#a new smut idea....

[meganegatari]

do you think Ellie would be more a strap, tribbing, or fingering girlie?

~🦈🦈

abby version. dina version. SMUTTY, BRAIN MELTING YAP AHEAD: TRIB TRIB TRIB. hands down. okay i mean, all of em have their perks. she likes the convenience of fingering, the way she's able to be discreet with it perchance. she likes strap because it's able to reach spots inside of you no one even knew existed before...fabled clusters of nerves that make your mind go blank as she hits them repeatedly. but tribbing?? oh girl. she loves everything about it. she loves the mutual pleasure it brings—not that she minds being on either end!—she loves the wetness of it all, if we were to get vulgar. but back to mutual pleasure for a sec, i feel like she'd just revel in the sort of domino effect it has. lemme elaborate. you're getting closer to the peak, which eggs her on to get closer to her own peak, because of the motions she's doing for herself (frantic, irregular humps and bounces on top, bucks of her hips upwards if on bottom...), the way you're reacting (whining and moaning as she fucks your brain to mush, or making her brain turn to mush), and most importantly the fact she can feel it all in real time. every twitch, throb, squirt, clench, yeah she feels it righttt where she needs. then it all tumbles in a domino, or snowball effect. positive feedback loop for the bio gals...just more and more and more and more, you get the idea. also wanna add: whatever the activity of choice was, she'd wanna clean you up properly afterwards, with her mouth of course. slurping and sucking to her heart's content, like a starved woman. like you were her death row meal. more for her own pleasure than yours let's be real...DAMN. went on a tangent lol BUT TRIB IS HER CHOICE METHINKS LMFAO.

[thef1diary]

Pornstar!Daniel - mdni

You’d always had a bit of a crush on your neighbor.

It was hard not to when he smiled at you like that—boyish, warm, the kind of smile that made you linger just a little longer on your porch, pretending you were checking the plants. He was the type who radiated easy confidence, the kind of man who could make even the mundane days feel thrilling.

During the day, Daniel was your friendly neighbor. The one who waved at you from across the street while you backed out of your driveway. The one you always ran into while walking your groceries inside, quick to ask if you needed help carrying the heavy bags. The one you made excuses to talk to—borrowing sugar, returning a dish you never actually borrowed, or simply “accidentally” bumping into him at the mailbox.

But at night? At night, you had no idea it was him who made your cheeks flush and your breath hitch.

Pornstar!Dan, whose videos you’d stumbled across on a whim one lonely evening, quickly became your favorite escape. The way he moved—slow and deliberate, commanding attention with every touch—was hypnotic. The filthy, teasing words he murmured into the camera sent shivers down your spine, especially when he urged you to touch yourself to the rhythm he set. His voice alone left your cunt dripping and aching for more.

Pornstar!Dan, who never showed his face, but that only made it better. It let you imagine anything you wanted. His body, though—god, his body was unforgettable. The taut muscles of his arms, the sharp lines of his abs, the curve of his back, and the sheer thickness of his thighs, adorned with tattoos, had you hooked.

Pornstar!Dan, who left you a panting mess, fingers buried deep inside yourself as his voice spilled through your headphones. The way he muttered “good girl” or playfully degraded his viewers you had you writhing in your sheets, desperate for more.

Pornstar!Dan, who livestreamed just often enough to feel personal, his voice deeper and filthier as he answered live comments, adjusting the camera to give the perfect view of his inked body. It always seemed coincidental how his streams were perfectly timed with your nights, as though he somehow knew when you craved him the most. You just never guessed that it was because he was livestreaming from right across the street.

Pornstar!Dan, whose videos you’d fallen asleep watching more than once, waking up to that sinful view of his hardened cock paused on your phone screen. You’d bite your lip, cheeks burning, before turning it off and pretending you didn’t spend hours thinking about his body.

Pornstar!Dan, who had that one tattoo on his bicep, the one your fingers always traced on your screen while imagining what it would feel like under your touch. It wasn’t until much later, seeing a glimpse of ink peeking out from Daniel’s sleeve as he flipped burgers on a grill during a neighbourhood barbecue party, that you wondered why it looked so familiar.

Pornstar!Dan, whose voice haunted you even in daylight, especially when your neighbor Daniel casually asked how your day was with that same deep rasp. It was a coincidence, you told yourself. Nothing more.

The connection never clicked. How could it? By day, Daniel was your kind neighbor, and by night, Pornstar!Dan was your private obsession.

Because surely, it couldn’t be the same person. Right?

[puckinghischier]

Just sitting here thinking about how Jack would usually fuck you nice and slow, praising you the entire time and putting your pleasure before his, but one night after a really tough loss where nothing went right for him and the team, he just loses it and immediately comes home to let out his frustrations on you. Manhandling you like a rag doll, spitting on you, yanking on your hair as hard as he can, and choking you until you see stars and you'd be loving every second of this version of Jack and he'd pick up on that, calling you degrading names and mocking you for being such a dirty fucking slut that he never knew about you

WARNING!: degradation, name calling, choking

the change of pace was surprising to you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t unleash a new preference of yours. the commanding, harsh, and derogatory nature of the entire night is something you never expected from him, but damn if there wasn’t a part of you eating it up.

from the second he got home you knew something was off. he slammed the door, threw his bag against the wall and stomped right over to you, wordlessly picking you up and carrying you to the shared bedroom. he threw you onto the bed, the large bounce you did causing your heart rate to spike.

“jack, honey, what’s going on? i don’t-“

“shut up. don’t fucking talk to me,” he interrupts you, your mouth instantly snapping shut. the look in his eyes was like nothing you had ever seen before — wild and dark.

he starts removing his clothes, standing naked in front of you before you could even blink. not knowing what to do, you start removing your sweatshirt, slowly bringing the thick material up and over your head. jack stood watching you, an expectant look on his face.

“god, can you go any fucking slower? hurry up. off. all of it, off,” he spits out as you start to grab your t-shirt, removing the fabric from your goose bump ridden body.

“for the love of god, are you fucking helpless or something? i said hurry up,” jack raises his voice, reaching down to grip your ankles, pulling you towards him harshly. once you’re sitting at the end of the bed, he grabs your shoulders, forcing you to sit up. he rips the shirt the rest of the way off of your body, throwing it across the room.

he doesn’t even attempt to unclasp the bra you hadn’t taken off from running errands earlier. instead, he tugs the material so harshly you can feel the piercing sting on your sensitive skin, feeling the plastic clasps snap apart, rendering the undergarment useless as it falls from your chest.

a gasp falls from your mouth, but it’s lost in the grunt he lets out as he shoves your shoulders back down onto the bed, gripping the waist band of your leggings as he tugs them down — along with your underwear — in a singular movement.

“now, was that so fucking hard?” he growls, pushing your ankles back up onto the bed, moving you away from the edge as he crawls onto the mattress with you.

you’re surprised at yourself, because not once during the entire interaction did you wish jack was his usual, soft and caring self. instead, you found every single harsh word and rough action traveling straight to your core. an unfamiliar warmth of arousal now stirring in your stomach as you watch him crawl towards you.

“up, on all fours, ass towards me,” he commands you, not waiting even a millisecond before grabbing your body and placing you into position himself. he starts caressing your ass, taking the soft flesh into his hands and kneading handfuls. “don’t even get it. don’t even know all the shit that happened tonight, do you?” he talks, pinching and squeezing your skin even tighter.

“tell me, maybe i can-“ you start to squeak out, but a harsh smack to your ass stops you. you involuntarily let out a sharp squeal, not expecting the action.

“when i say don’t fucking talk to me, it means don’t fucking talk to me,” jack rubs soothing circle around the red skin. “you don’t know what went on tonight. what coach said in the locker room after the game. what an embarrassment the whole team was tonight. the way the refs let us get our asses kicked all night long. so there’s nothing you can say that’ll make me feel better, you understand?”

you nod, looking back at him over your shoulder, surprising yourself when you jut your ass out further towards him, all but asking for another smack. he smirks, gladly granting your request.

he raises his hand, bringing it down even harder than he had the first time, your whole body jolting forward at the impact. your yelp sounded almost like pleasure this time, your brain going in a million different directions.

“now this? this makes me feel better. this makes me feel in control again. because i am, aren’t i? i’m in control right now. because you’re just my own personal slut, here to use as i see fit,” his voice dropped a few octaves, gravelly and thick.

before you can even fully register his words, a moan slips past your lips. you feel yourself clenching around nothing, your cunt slick with desire at whatever this new persona is coming from him.

he slides a hand down towards your entrance, interested at how turned on you seem to be by all of this. when his long, slender finger swirls around the still clenching hole, he chuckles, amused at your current state.

“you like this new side, huh? my sweet, innocent girl likes being called a slut and treated like some whore i picked up off the street, doesn’t she?” it’s more of a statement than a question. another clench of your pussy answers his question, his finger nearly getting sucked right into your sex.

“too bad this isn’t about you, isn’t it?” he clicks his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head at you, even though you can’t see him. “tonight is about me. making me feel better. in fact….” he trails off, bringing his cold fingers up to start attacking your clit, rubbing so ferociously your arms holding you up nearly give out from the friction. “…you can’t come at all tonight,” his fingers suddenly drop, your labored breaths stopping altogether as his words register.

your head whips around to glare at him, but the second you have him in your sights, you feel his cock slam into you without warning. your body lurches forward so much your nose nearly smacks into the head board.

jack pulls out almost immediately, slamming back into you with quick, full thrusts. he grabs your hips, pulling them back with each movement to meet his thrusts.

he can’t see your face, but your mouth is hung wide open in a silent scream, not being able to even think about anything but how you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

you finally let out a whimper at a particularly deep thrust, feeling one of his hands leave your hip to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. he keeps easing your head back, neck fully extended, so much so you’re now able to see his face hovering above you.

“can’t believe you’re this cock drunk already. barely even started, baby. not been a peep out of you, has there?” you want to shake your head, say something, moan, anything. but the angle of your neck prevents any of that, only allowing you to look at him with your wide, rolling eyes.

he can feel the familiar flutter of your walls, signaling your impending release. he releases your hair, but so abruptly that your face flies forward like a rubber band has snapped, chin smacking against your chest.

he pulls out, leaving you a whining, pathetic mess. he takes his arms and flips you over so you’re now on your back. taking one of your legs, he extends it up and rests your ankle on his shoulder. he stands on his knees in front of you, looking at you with anger and annoyance.

“told you you’re not coming tonight. it’s about me, not you. it’s always about you, you greedy whore. you can’t just let me have this one night, huh?” he literally spits at you. the silky string of saliva leaves his mouth, its trajectory landing right on your stomach, mixing with the sweat there. he watches the rapid rise and fall of your chest, noting the stiff nature of your nipples.

as if he’s in a trance, he brings a hand up fully slapping one breast, watching it fly over and smack the other. then repeating the action with the opposite breast.

you jolt again, whining out a high pitched moan at the feeling of your heavy tits being smacked around. he smirks down at you, repeating the action a few times, each smack harder than the previous.

once he decides he’s had his fill of playing with your tits, he trails his hand down your stomach, swirling and smearing his spit around your skin. when his gaze falls back onto your glistening cunt, he snaps back into his previous task, smirking before once again, ramming into you without caution.

thrust after thrust, he can feel himself reaching the edge, moving in and out of you with ease, watching your eyes roll into the back of your head. there was one thing, however, he wanted to test before he let himself go.

he brings a hand up towards your face, running a finger from your temple to your chin, watching you. he brings his hand to rest on the side of your throat, thumb rubbing up and down the center. “d’ya trust me?” he whispers to you, typical, soft jack making an appearance.

you nod at him eagerly, assuring him you trust him, wholly and completely. you risk breaking the rules, a small “always” leaving your lips. he looks at you with love in his eyes, but you watch as they switch, once again showing the wildness you’ve grown to like tonight.

he moves his hand slightly so his whole hands covers your throat, and he squeezes. hard.

you sputter and wheeze, eyes wide at how much pressure he’s applying, not even easing into it. but you’re not scared. if anything, the pressure building in your head is dizzying, adding to every sensation coursing through your body.

he doesn’t stop, squeezing tighter by the second. just as he’s about to let up, worrying he’s gone too far, he feels that flutter from your core once again. his sign you’re enjoying this far more than he ever thought you would. he holds his grip for a few moments longer.

you’re starting to see stars in the edges of your vision, but you’re so turned on you never want it to end. with a final, small caress of the side of your neck with his thumb, he lets go. you suck in air, actually a little worried he might have left a mark once you gain your wits about you again.

the whole time, he never stopped rutting his hips into yours, thrusts growing sloppier by the second. he leans forward and lines his mouth up to hover above your breasts, collecting a mouth full of saliva and letting it fall from his lips onto your full, bouncing breasts. and again on your chest. and your stomach. and where his dick is sliding in and out of you. then he moves back up your body, taking a hand and parting your lips, watching his foamy spit land right into your open mouth. the fluid drips right into the back of your throat.

watching you early swallow his spit, then opening your mouth and begging for more, is what does him in. he feels the band about to snap, so he pulls out of you, drops your leg from his shoulder, and moves to straddle right over your stomach.

he strokes himself a few more times, then aims his release to fall in a sticky mess all over your spit covered tits, watching the milky substance roll and drip over the fleshy mounds. he strokes himself until the sensitivity takes over, slumping down, but careful not to put all of his body weight on you.

you wiggle and writhe beneath him, trying your hardest to reach a hand down to your pulsing center, needing now more than ever to reach your own release.

jack feels what you’re trying to do, and grabs your hands, trapping them both above your head.

“what did i tell you earlier, you dumb slut?” he’s clearly not done with being an ass just yet. “only i get to come tonight. and i did. so now you’re gonna go clean yourself up, come back to bed, naked, and if you can behave for the rest of the night, you might get to wake up to something nice,” he bends down to place a chaste kiss to your lips, releasing your hands and moving to sit beside of you.

you sit up and start to get off of the bed. once you’re stood fully, jack takes the opportunity to reach over and smack your bare ass again, smirking at you when your head whips around to look at him.

“hurry up, i may be pissed tonight, but now that i got all of that out of my system, i want to cuddle,” he tells you, his tone back to your normal jack, but eyes still wild as ever.

[walssh]

What I see

What I think:

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Please enjoy my random unhinged thoughts about Jack Hughes and both of you craving comfort with his recent injury. Ignore the shitty formatting I’m typing this one my phone.

Jack being home, sitting on the couch, sling on his left arm. No one can give him answers, which ultimately means you know nothing. It’s stressing you both out, the not knowing. But when you come home and see him on the couch looking so defeated watching his team on the ice in Dallas. A little part of your heart breaks for him.

You know it’s not going to help him, watching that game. It will only lead to him further fixating on how the outcome could have been different if he was there - on the ice - with his teammates. Not to mention it’s making your anxiety raise.

Slowly calling out his name, “J. Baby” you try to coo hoping the soft tone brings your better luck. Slowly making your way over to him, sitting next to him. Immediately your head goes to the crock of his neck, leaving a small trail wet kisses, spending extra time on that one spot that always has him cursing a little under his breath.

“Y/N.” he tries to make his tone stern. “Can we do this later? I’m trying to watch.”

“I know. But it’s not going to make you feel better.” You try to argue, you both know you’re right. Well Jack knows you’re right, but that doesn’t mean he wants to admit it.

“Y/N.”

Removing your head quickly, careful of his injury you move your leg so your straddling his lap. Looking down you start to fidget with all his little rubber bracelets. “Jack. Can we talk about it yet?” Finally, mentioning the elephant in the room. He’s refused to talk about what happened 2 nights ago, and it’s really scaring the shit outta you.

“Sweetheart.” he whispers, slowly being his pointer finger under your chin so you’re making eye contact. “I’m okay.” although you’re not sure if he’s saying it more for you or him.

“You didn’t get up.” Your voice cracks, you can feel the tears in your eyes, threatening to break. His brows frown, as if he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. “I don’t to the trainers, they said you were knocked unconscious for a few seconds. Watching it from here, I- I’ve never been more scared. I thought - I thought.” Your voice cracked, and the tears slowly started going down your cheeks despite trying so hard not to cry.

“Hey. Hey.” Using his good hand, the pad of his thumb to wipe tears away. “I’m here. Okay. Come here.” Slowly pulling you closer to him, although there isn’t much room to go. “Want snuggles babygirl?” He asks, as he tightens his grip already.

“Closer” you beg.

“Baby, you can’t get closer.” He chuckles, but then he understands what you’re asking you as you try to claw at the top of his sweats.

“Closer.” You get again.

“You wanna feel full? Huh is that it? Will that make you feel better?” His voice an octave deeper than before, all you do is whimper. “Need me to fill you up, help take your mind off it all.”

“Hmmm.” Still clawing at his pants but he keeps stopping you with the edge of his hand that’s in his sling.

“Come on baby. I know you wanna be a good girl fa’ me. And good girls use their words.”

“Please J. I need you.” He doesn’t need to be told twice, as he lifts his hips and lets you take him out. Usually he would finger you, to help with the stretch but before he could even try, you lowed yourself down, gasping at the burning feeling.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” Jack lazily thrusted into you. But you both knew this wasn’t about being horny. Both of you, for whatever reason just needed to feel connected, to make you guys feel in control of something in the big mess of unknowns that happened in the last few days due to his fall into the boards.

[fckmebarnes]

hi lovely this is just drabble but i trust u most with it, like you don't have to add anything i just wanted to share with you. been having thoughts about bucky x a norse goddess (so like Thor's sibling or something), specially if she's like the goddess of love and beauty and sexuality cause like ok

Bucky & Body Worship = good fun and all

Bucky literally worshipping his goddess in bed = very good

Bucky being insecure about his body and the fact that he hasn't had sex in like forever, seeking her out asking her for a good time only for him to be the one worshipped in bed with that character and her being like "Let me remind you how beautiful you can feel." and he's like "are you sure, like you're the beautiful one..." and she's like "Til' dawn. let me make you feel beautiful in the way you should." = VERY VERY GOOD. YES YES.

can u tell i've been thinking about this alot? oopsies

- new anon :3

oh…hi nonnie!! i…very much love this idea actually.

bucky is just so fucking shy around her and he can feel her energy, the power she possesses and collects from the skies above. and it’s made him even hesitant to reach out to you

your touches are softer than silk handmade from the goddesses above, voice slow and dripping sweetly of the honey harvested from combs. the sultry, low lidded looks you give bucky the more he comes over to see you.

eta: very happy u trust me w one of these!! i am always here to listen and talk to u ab it hehe

[luminacerin]

I can just imagine an interaction between Shen Yuan and Shang Qinghua where one of the Peak Lords (probably Liu Qingge) passes out during a Peak Lords meeting and Shen Yuan just drops to his knees like:

SY (with chest compressions): “… Ha - ha - ha - ha — stayin’ alive — stayin’ alive — ha - ha - ha - ha — stayin’ ali—“

SQH: “CUCUMBER BRO WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

SY: “CPR DUMBASS?”

SQH: “WHY MICHAEL JACKSON — MOVE ASIDE.”

SY: “. . .”

SQH (with chest compressions): “Tight as a virgin boy don’t get nervous — tight — I’m here to serve you customer service — right? — I save dick by giving it CPR — I save dick by giving it CPR — put my mouth on it lik—“

[teddystvrns]

black cat reader - quiet. Easily annoyed. Converse. Billie Eilish. Writing. Soft spot (kinda) for Chris. Always overstimulated. Hates being vulnerable. Baggy clothes. Music. Only sibling. Hates physical touch. Lies about hating physical touch (sometimes.)

golden retriever chris - yapper. Doesn’t understand personal space. Clingy. Boots. Baggy clothes. Lil skies. Definitely not the emergency contact. Loud. Most kind person you’ll ever meet. Triplet.

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A/N- erm new au? How we like it 😊😊 I’ll try to not give up on them I WILL TRY. But anyways yap into my inbox I’m Boerd.

divider cred to @bernardsbendystraws </3

Taglist: @sturnsrecord @chrepsi @drewswife @crtlness @matts-sidepiece @tezzzzzzzz @sturnl0ve @sturnschris @vanteguccir @shadowthesim237 @sturns-mermaid (sorry if I’m missing anyone!!)

[eroticdarling]

♫ Never Loose Me ♫

♬ Daisuke x PocFem!Reader ♫

You and Daisuke are having one of y'all nightly midnight driving sessions in his black Rolls-Royce Wraith, midnight driving around the fluorescent city of Tokyo.

The drive seemed boring this time cause the car was filled with silence. To brighten the atmosphere, you decided to get the aux cord to put on 'Never Lose Me' by Flo Milli, but it was a slowed version.

Daisuke had an Auralism kink, which was something only you were aware of, except at the moment you just wanted to have fun. You were in a very good mood, singing along to the song as you did a little dance, making the man across from you roll his eyes with a soft smile.

In the middle of vibing to the music, Daisuke reached over to place his hand on your plush thigh, gently caressing the soft flesh. Knowing what he wanted since it was from the music, you didn't go against it. Not to mention, there was a little surprise if he went further up.

The same hand that's placed on your thigh rubbed its way up from your thigh-high socks to under your skirt where he touched the crease between your pussy and thigh.

He was taken aback, accompanied by the smirk that came across his face yet continued to make his way to your clit. Circling it with one hand on the wheel, he focused on the half-empty roads.

He didn't need to look at how you were reacting to his touch because the small noises you made spoke for itself. Your soft moans were like music, making his dick want to feel the way your walls fluttered around him like he's never had it before.

As your low sounds flowed into his ears like water, he could picture lewd images of himself with you in the backseat.

He imagined you writhing under him when he's balls deep in your pussy filling you up with his cock in a face-down ass-up position. Making you take all nine inches of him even if you're begging him to stop.

All these erotic thoughts made his erection feel tight in his pants with a question lingering in his mind. What was stopping him from making his vision a reality?

[the0p]

edge (request!)

sub! soobin, aftercare duh, mlm, hand job, gay sex, sex with very little plot, cursing, and overstimulation (short story, sorry guys, I'm not feeling the best)

me and soobin sat on his bed, cuddling and watching a movie of his choice on my laptop. Netflix and chill, right?? wrong. Netflix and chill always ends with us fucking one way or another and tonight was no exception. it started off simple with just a few kisses here and their light suggestive touches and then to a full-blown heated makeout session.

soobin layed under me, completely naked, his head trown back a moaning, shaking mess as I played with him, watching as he squirmed every time I moved my hand up and down his shaft. he had already came twice, causing him to be very overstimulated as I didn't give him time to ride out his previous orgasm. his abdomen was covered in his own cum and sweat as I jerked him off causing a string of moans and curse words roll off his tongue. his legs shook as I picked up the pace, seeing tears in his eyes, but he didn't stop me or say anything, so he was enjoying this as much as I was. "y/n..please i-" he cut himself off with another loud moan as he finished for the third time tonight. I finally let go of him admiring the mess I made of him. his cheeks flushed, blonde hair sticking to his forehead all messy, lips slightly parted as he panted, trying to cetch him breath and his cum covered abdomen. I leaned down to give him a kiss, his hand coming to rest on my cheek. I pulled away, resting my forehead against his. "Was it too much??" I asked quietly. I felt him shake his head "no not at all. I liked it" I gave him one last kiss before getting off the bed going into the bathroom, running a bath for him so he could wash up while I changed the bed sheets.

"Come on, let's get you washed up." I said, walking back into his room, helping him get up and getting him into the bath in one peace. as he soaked in the water, I gave him a forehead kiss before going back into the bedroom, finding some clean sheets and changing them. I decided to stay in the bedroom, letting him do his own thing, knowing he'd come out when he's ready. so in the meantime, I scrolled through my phone. After a good twenty minutes, he came back out a fresh set of clothes and all cleaned up. he walked over to me and just collapsed on top of me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his head on my chest. I didn't protest or say anything. I took the blanket and pulled it over both of us, hugging him for the rest of the night.

[thef1diary]

After Office Hours - Boss!Daniel x Assistant!Reader

mdni — boss!daniel who makes you cockwarm him under his desk while he works. boss!daniel whose hands wander under your bra during a late-night shoulder massage, teasing your nipples. boss!daniel who bends you over your desk as the office phone rings, demanding you to answer it while he fucks your pussy. boss!daniel who whispers filthy things in your ear during team meetings. boss!daniel who makes you sit on his desk, legs spread while he devours your pussy. boss!daniel who presses you against the window of his office, letting the city lights illuminate every forbidden touch.

[gamblersdoll]

cw: mocking, humiliating kink.

“yeah, yeah? you like getting fucked stupid, nerdwhore?” he mocks so mean, slamming his hips into your cunny. he smirks, canines bare as he watches your eyes cross.

you nod, gritting your teeth. your tits bounced every thrust, he had to been putting all of his weight into them.

“can’t hear you?” he snickers, angling his dick just a little so he can get deeper, hitting that foreign spot that is never really touched.

“yes! god, fuck yes!” you cry, struggling to keep your legs up and spread.

“there you go, keep saying how much you love it.” guts snided, whipping his phone out and pressing record. he wasn’t aiming it at you, but you knew what the fuck he was doing. “say it again.”

“i-i love it!” you choke, squeezing your eyes shut as he pounded your walls to oblivion. fat glob of tears rolled over your heated cheeks, him previously slapping them with only one third of his strength.

“say it again.” he commanded, tweaking at your nipple and grinding his tip into one spot that you would definitely become a squirting mess.

“i love it!!” you squeal, his pulling himself out and rubbing your clit fast. you heard the splash against his hand, and his mean laughter followed. “please!”

he slide his ring and middle into your drenched walls, finger fucking them into you as he got nose to nose with you. “say it again.” he says low.”

“love it, love it, love it!” you whine, him forcing the eye contact and holding his mean snickers.

you clicked on his close friends story, the green ring on his profile circling just a bit, and you hear it, your moans. but the music playing over it muffled it just only a bit. guts hadnt recorded any of your faces, nor your bodies. but luckily, no one knew what you really sounded like, so it all remained a mystery..

who was guts fucking?

you and him only knew the answer.

and the caption read.

“her pretty ass moans.”

[wikiangela]

thinking about buck and Tommy showing up to some firefam dinner/barbecue/some family event, someone notices a hickey peeking out from under Tommy's collar (or maybe there's one in a very visible, impossible to cover up with clothes place), someone makes some teasing joke/comment, buck goes all red but smiles proudly when Tommy grins and says 'yeah, someone got a little carried away last night' with a soft and playful look at buck, and Buck shrugs, says 'gotta make sure people know you're mine' and he leans in to kiss Tommy, just a chaste peck, and someone's like 'ew, get a room' and Buck chuckles and he's so happy to be able to just joke with his family and his boyfriend, and be so open and free about how in love he is, and Tommy's right next to him with his hand on Buck's knee under the table, and he's never been happier

[befuddled-calico-whump]

been really into betrayal lately

[bgyuus]

QUICK QUESTION!

do yall still read tokyo revengers fanfics? i need people to hear about my ran haitani bran rot

[soap-ify]

okay but what if johnny had a mole on his inner thigh ?

you’d be prettily kneeling in between his legs, your hands undoing his pants, letting them drop down to his ankles alongside his boxers, his girthy cock springing free.

and that’s when you noticed it, his pretty little dark mole hiding on his inner thigh, soft dark hair of his beefy thighs mildly reaching his inner thighs.

you would swoon in awe, leaning forward to press soft little kisses on the mole, eyes glimmering in fondness while your hand began to lightly rub the base of his hard cock.

and in all honesty, johnny had never seen someone so enamored over a silly mole like that. though he liked your reaction a lot, his cock needily throbbing in your grasp.

“fuck… c’mon, bonnie. give this cock some attention too.”