#dirty/thoughts

[flowerysubmissive]

I want to feel his hand tight on my throat and his fingers pushed deep inside my pussy. I want to watch the way his personality switches from sweet to domineering while playing with me roughly. I want to hear the soft velvet of his voice as he laughs at me for being a just another slut with a leaky cunt. I just want him to let me be the needy girl I am for him.

[flowerysubmissive]

Me when he finally lets me play with his cock 🤩

[chloesimaginationthings]

This goes out to poppy playtime pianosaurus enjoyers

[slvttycollegegirl]

I hope you imagine my drippy pussy clenching and throbbing around your cock the next time you make yourself cum 🤍🙈

[teaboot]

Me: I appreciate that you keep bringing me tupperware leftovers but you really really shouldn't, you're going to lose a lot of containers

My brother, handing me the 10 thousandth container of leftovers: Oh yeah I forgot to ask when are you bringing those back

Me: You don't want them back.

My brother: What did you do

Me: Better question: what did I NOT do

Him: ...

Me:

Him: Oh my god

Me: Yeah

Him: You haven't been WASHING THEM?

Me: Bruh I'll be honest I haven't even been eating most of them

Him: Oh my god

Him: I have been bringing you lunch since-

Me: Halloween

Him: OH MY GOD

Me: Yeah

Him: It's been- we JUST bought those containers

Me: I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU TO STOP

Him: WHAT THE HELL

Me: I HAVE TOLD YOU SO MANY TIMES TO STOP

Him: IF I DONT FEED YOU, YOU DONT EAT

Me: I AM AN ADULT I PACK FOOD

Him: WHAT FOOD

Me: I DONT KNOW, FUCKING. SPAGHETTI

Him: IN WHAT? IN WHAT? YOU DONT WASH YOUR FUCKING TUPPERWARE

Me: I DON'T *BUY* TUPPERWARE CAUSE I KNOW I WONT WASH IT

Him: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU CARRY THE SPAGHETTI IN

Me: Bags

Him: What

Me: Ziplock fucking bags

Him: YOU'RE EATING SPAGETTI OUT OF BAGS

Me: IT'S LESS WASTEFUL

Him: HOW is it less wasteful? HOW?? You're throwing out a plastic bag every single day!

Me: It's better than throwing out tupperware!

Him: TUPPERWARE IS REUSABLE

Me: NOT IF YOU DONT WASH IT

Him: WHY THE FUCK NOT

Me: I DONT DO DISHES

Him: THE FUCK YOU MEAN YOU DONT DO DISHES.

Me: I hate doing dishes. You KNOW I hate doing dishes. I have ALWAYS HATED DOING DISHES you KNOW this

Him: WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN EATING OFF OF

Me: PLASTIC BAGS

Him:

Him: You're a fucking trash monster

Me: You wore the same pair of Shrek pants every day for two years

Him: When will you let that go

Me: I will never let it go

Me:

Me: ...thank you for the lasagna

[twinkodium]

One clumsy cat 🥹🥹

[y0urd0m]

There's something so hot about premature ejaculation... My baby being so sensitive that the slightest touch can make him cum all over himself. Cumming when I'm sitting on his lap, both fully clothed, making out and grinding. Cumming on the third, second, first thrust inside my wet, hot pussy. Cumming untouched when I'm licking and biting his sensitive spots like neck, nipples, inner thighs... Ugh! I get hot and bothered just imagining it.

It's ok, baby boy. I'll help you last longer. I'll teach you how. I'll train you until you are able to fuck me untill you can feel me cumming around your cock. It will feel so good. But in the meantime, I'm enjoying you so much.

Now you have to lick my pussy. My clit is pulsing from watching your cute self buck and tremble in pleasure.

Masterlist 💋

[citree]

I just want to start a flame in your heart~ 🔥🧡🔥

[astral-aromance]

I feel like 99% of the Silmarillion fans forget that Fëanor was actually a very likeable guy for most of his life.

That is literally a significant part of why people followed him. A lot of people loved and admired him. He wasn't mean to random people, and definitely not "a toxic husband/father." The whole point of his story is that he was universally beloved, which is what made his fall so impactful.

[flowerysubmissive]

Looks like my slutty ass is back 😈💕 (for now at least 🤭)! Been extra horny lately and I can’t keep my thoughts to myself anymore.

[nanaminxs]

Jason Todd coming home from a long night of patrol.

Its late. 1 or close to 2:30 as he’s coming home and pushing the door open gently in case you were asleep. But you weren’t and he thanked the high heavens for it. As you looked up from your IPad, you quickly placed it on the side of your shared bed, in fear that if you didn’t drop it within the first 30 seconds he stood infront of you, you wouldn’t see it again.

Almost in an instant he’s peeling “work” clothes off and dragging you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. He wastes no time in undressing you, leaving you in your (his) boxers.

“I love you tons. Always gonna be here to protect you. Keep you safe. You know that, don’t you?”

Jason whispers to you, above the crackle of the sweet vanilla candle on the nightstand beside you. You nod, and Jasons tongue darts out to wet his lips. The only thing keeping you covered was being stripped away from your body and the fat tip of Jasons cock was being prodded against you, spreading you open.

“Keep that in mind. I’m about to fuck you like I could care less.”

[datkat08]

Saw a post that said Sanji and Zoro both have the experience of starvation as a defining moment of their lives and I just,,,, the way Sanji feeds strangers and even his enemies because he refuses to let anyone else go through what he did,,, the way Zoro will eat anything put in front of him without complaint,,,, they make me so ill

[buckybuckyboo]

Just thoughts....

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI

When he wakes up in the middle of the night horny. It doesn't matter that you've already fucked tonight and that he made you cum multiple times. He just can't get enough of you.

He gently pulls you to lay on your back as he positions himself between your legs. Kissing along your chest and neck. Waking slightly feeling his lips on your skin "mmmm Buckyyy"

Your hands instantly combing through his hair.

"Why are you awake baby?"

You ask him, your voice laced with sleepiness. Feeling his lips on your neck. His lips ghost over the shell of your ear "you".

His cock slowly slides inside you. "I was dreaming about you.. I needed to be back inside you". Pulling his lips to yours in a heated kiss as he slowly grass his cock in and out of you.

"Your pussy is so perfect, fits my cock so well. You feel that? How it just slips right in?"

He pushes in fully, his cock so deep in your pussy just kissing your cervix, making you lose your breath. "Open your eyes for me baby? Come on, eyes on me". Opening your eyes and seeing his big ocean blue eyes looking right back at you. "Good girl, keep those beautiful eyes on me".

He starts to move his hips, he's not in any rush, slowly pulling and back in getting you ready. Once he feels your pussy squeeze his cock he knows he's working you up. He places his metal hand on your hip holding you in place, his other had on the side of your face. He looks deep into your eyes, snapping his hips forward into you hard.

It makes your breath hitch every single time his hips snap forward. Your pussy squeezing him even tighter making him grunt. "B-Buckyyy" "feels good doesn't ot baby" he whispers. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. I just can't get enough. Ugh- fuck!"

He buried his head in the crook of your neck. His pace doesn't change. Slowly out and snap back in, hitting your sweet spot every single time. He knows your close, your pussy squeezing him over and over again.

"That's ot sweetheart, squeeze me all you want"

"Buck-y pleeaseee"

His hips snap forward a few more times and you cum all over his cock. Your quiet moans is all he can hear in his ear. His hips still burying his cock deep inside you as his seed floods your pussy and cervix.

The gentle pants you feel against your neck. Running your fingers through his hair. He lifts his head looking into your eyes and kissing your lips gently. Rolling over and pulling you with him and laying you on his chest. You kiss his chest and lay your head back down, he smiles and kisses the top of your head.

[soangelbaby]

red kryptonite clark testing your boundaries and pushing you to new limits during sex . . . here’s da fic

red kryptonite clark . . . would take advantage of every single second of you breaking down for him, and he’d use it all against you, forcing you to submit to him whether you want to or not. he’s all about dominance and control, leaving no room for ifs, ands, or buts, he wants what he wants, and won’t stop until he’s satisfied. he’d overstimulate you, three orgasms in and you’re completely wrecked under him trembling, chest heaving, completely overwhelmed by the intense pleasure—so much it’s turned painful because of how sensitive you are. but clark doesn’t let up, he continues fucking you raw—pounding into you, his hands roaming your body, gripping you so tight, bruises would surely form within the next minutes. “aww,” he mocks, “are you tired already? thought you could handle me…” clark bites at your skin, “guess i overestimated you, baby.” all you can do is moan, whimper, whine, in response to his total corruption, teaching you to take him, to give in, to become his.

red kryptonite clark . . . doesn’t just want to fuck you—he wants to own you. your mind, your body, your soul, everything about you belongs to him. every little gasp, moan, all because of him. he won’t stop until he’s the only person on your mind, he wants to be sure you won’t even think about letting anyone else near you because you both know they could never do you like him. he knows your body well—too well, exactly how to make you fold, crumbling under his touch, his senses heightening your anatomy, he can feel and hear the way your heart beats faster whenever he touches you, whenever he makes you do or say things you claimed you would never, he wants it all. clark will push and push until you finally break, unable to resist him, “you think you’re in control?” his fingers tug your hair harshly, pulling you into him, “keep pushing me. you’ll give in, i’ll make sure you break, and you’ll beg me for it.” he whispers in your ear, his hand sliding down to grip your neck, tightening just enough to remind you who he is.

red kryptonite clark . . . would corrupt you. his powers give him an extreme advantage over you—as if he needed them anyway. his strength is inhuman, one hand, that’s all it takes. one hand. and your arms are pinned above your head or behind your back while his free hands roams your body, causing you to feel extremely small and exposed. he wants you to feel how powerless you are under him, manhandling you, tossing you around like you weigh nothing, one second, you’re standing. the next? you’re over his shoulder, his palm landing on your ass with a sharp smack as he carries you effortlessly. “you struggle too much,” he mutters. “maybe i should fix that.” he loves how delicate you feel beneath him, how easy he can manipulate your body however he wants. his chest pressed against yours, completely caging you in, “i could do anything to you… and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” you know you can’t overpower him, and he will always make sure you remember that.

red kryptonite clark . . . loves to ruin you, to make you into such a pretty mess for him. he grips your hair harshly, fucking up whatever cute style you had that day—demolished by him. tugging your cute and carefully picked hair clips or scrunchies, throwing them to the ground like they mean nothing, the second he sees you, he shakes his head, grinning, “you really thought this was gonna last?” he pulls it apart slowly, ensuring you feel him, you understand he’s in control of every single moment, if you try to stop him, he just grabs your wrists, swatting you away, “uh-uh, you’re mine, i want you looking exactly how i left you.” and if you get upset? if you pout? he enjoys it even more, tilting his head like he’s so amused by your reaction, “aw you upset?” clark taunts, gripping your chin, forcing you to look up at him, “thought you looked cute? trust me baby, you look so better like this.” and he would make you see what he did, dragging you to a mirror, standing behind you, “go on, take a good look. that little style? gone. all that effort? wasted.” he’d murmur in your ear, fingers digging into your waist, “and why? because i wanted it that way.” and if you refuse to acknowledge it? man, he will force you. his large arm snaking around your stomach, the other tightening on the back of your neck, “no, you don’t get to ignore this. look at what i did to you.” and he won’t hesitate to double down, if you squirm or fight.

red kryptonite clark . . . doesn’t just want your submission, he wants to see you fall apart. leaving you sore, aching, bruised, he wants to see that moment you’re too far gone but too hooked to walk away. he loves seeing that struggle in your eyes, that brief flicker of defiance before it vanishes completely. it excites him, turns him on, knowing you’re trying so hard to hold on, but you’re slipping, and it’s only a matter of time before you fall into the abyss he’s created for you. “you’re so close, aren’t you?” clark’s voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper. “i can see it, feel it, hear it, trying so hard to hold onto whatever left of you.” his every move, every touch is deliberate, pushing you closer to the edge. it’s a game to him—watching you crumble, feeling the tension build, knowing it won’t be long before you’re completely lost in him. “you’re slipping, baby. you’re already mine, and you love it.” the rush that hits him when you finally surrender, when you realize you’re no longer in control, is almost euphoric, more than just a power trip—it’s knowing you’ll never be the same after this. that feeling of ownership is addictive to him. you’re no longer a challenge; you’re a conquest, and with every step you take toward your breaking point, he feels that pull in his chest, that unrelenting satisfaction and he savors every moment of it.

★ rini’s note ; can yall hear me barking???? yeah u hear it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 this man this mannnnn i cant even think straight jist need him to corrupt me pls !!! will beg for it !!!! likez and reblogz are sooo sexc so show me sum luv <3

[y0urd0m]

No, no, no. Mommy said you could cum on her pussy, not in. Pull out.

[flowerysubmissive]

I can’t stop humping my toy and fingering myself while thinking about the feeling of his hands brushing against my thighs. It was so wholesome and respectful but I’m such a whore that I wish it hadn’t been.