#front seat

[bettie-may-page]

Bettie And Cars #8

No mistaking that Betty Page profile

[life-spire]

@ neganova

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[taylorswiftandx]

Can I request all taylor swift songs with "passenger" or "passenger's"? I'm making a playlist of TS songs about the inherent eroticism of the passenger's seat and I want to make sure I'm not missing any

Sorry this came in while I've been away! I imagine it's too late to be very useful but only two are coming up: "I wanna stay right here in this passenger's seat" from Fearless and "I watched you laughing from the passenger's side" from Back To December.

But then you might also count this one: "I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car" from Our Song.

Good addition from @iscariotten in the notes: "Small talk, he drives" from You Are In Love. Which then reminds me of, "Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh, we can follow the sparks, I'll drive" from I Think He Knows if it's okay for Taylor's companion to be the one in the passenger's seat.

[johnychen]

VR 360 Pantheon Roller Coaster On Ride Front Seat POV Busch Gardens Will...

[itsreaditandwow2]

DON'T FORGET TO FILM EVERYTHING, YOU DUMB FUCK!

Jesse Ridgway (McJuggerNuggets)

[not-that-cas-lives-in-my-ass]

Love language at its best

Misha Collins NJcon 2023

[pastelshroomsbasement]

My favorite moment so far AHUWHAHA

[crushmeeren]

ᝰ KATSUKI FUCKING YOU IN THE PORSCHE .ᐟ

̽ ⋆ ﹒♡﹒ inspired by this from @with-my-calamitous-love !

master list ‣ ‣ @zennypiee

“We’re gonna be fuckin’ late.”

It’s the third time he’s repeated himself, and Katsuki’s weak attempt at convincing you to be on time for yet another stuffy heroes banquet isn’t working. He’s been trying to show his face in public more, courtesy of his PR manager. But you know that you’d both much rather park in an empty lot so you can bounce on his cock.

Long, thick fingers tap the steering wheel in a quick rhythm, the muscles in his forearms flexing with every small movement. It’s the end of summer, and Katsuki’s skin is a bit tanner than usual. You thank God the weather is still warm enough that Katsuki’s rolled the sleeves of his silky black button up to his elbows.

Your stare is open and shameless, biting the inside of your cheek as he rolls the wheel with one hand to turn right. “So what? C’mon baby, the banquet will continue whether we’re late or not. Besides, you didn’t even want to go, Kat.”

Katsuki laughs, a short and rough sound. You glance at him and he meets your gaze, smirking, then returns to watching the road, flicking on the turn signal. “Fine, fuck the banquet. You love gettin’ your way, don’t ya? Spoiled girl.”

He’s teasing, but heat sinks low into your belly anyways. “Say whatever you want, but I know you love spoiling me, Katsuki.”

Katsuki hums in response. The hand that’d been resting on the gearshift lands on your thigh, palm warm and melting through your dress like butter. He squeezes once, gripping the fabric and tugging until it starts to bunch around your upper thighs.

Silently, you check your purse in hopes of finding a hair tie. You’d like to be somewhat presentable for the banquet afterwards.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

The backseat of the Porsche is quite small.

Katsuki’s too tall, and it’s not realistic for you both to be able to bend and twist to get the right angles. Not that the front is much better, but at least Katsuki can scoot his seat far back enough that you’ll fit snug in his lap. Even if the steering wheel digs into your back every now and then.

One of your knees is trapped between Katsuki’s thigh and the center console, pinching it to the point of being annoying but easy to ignore. The other presses against the door. You shift your weight, adjusting your feet so the tops of them are propped up Katsuki’s thighs and it relieves the ache on your knee.

Your pussy drags along his shaft as you do, the only thing keeping him from sliding inside is the fabric of your panties. He’d shoved his slacks and briefs to mid thigh before you straddled him and now the heat of him is unbearable.

“Fuck,” Katsuki chokes out, gripping your waist out of habit as his dick twitches. “You’re goddamn gorgeous, I wanna see your tits.” He moves one hand up to your chest and yanks down the collar of your dress, breasts bouncing free, and he seals his lips around one of your nipples, sucking so hard your hips jerk forward.

“Oh god, Kat, don’t tease,” you warn, fingers fisting the silky material over his shoulders. Katsuki’s tongue flicks your tender nipple, skating his hand up your ribs and down your waist, over your thigh and between your legs. He pulls your panties to the side, letting cool fingers slide between your lips. They briefly dip inside, and you rock down only for Katsuki to retreat.

Katsuki frees your nipple with a pop and leans back to speak, more than likely to antagonize you, but you surge forward and cut him off with a bruising kiss. Katsuki’s head knocks into the seat from the force of it, punching a groan from his chest. The clean, citrusy scent of his cologne curls in the air and tickles your nose.

You shove your tongue into his mouth, reaching down to circle your fingers around his shaft. Tightening your hold causes Kastuki to suck in a sharp breath, and you break the kiss to rest your forehead on his.

Rising up on your knees, you use your grip on his dick to tap his tip against your clit, a prickle of heat shooting up your spine, before you line him up and start to sink down. The soft heat of your pussy locks tight around him and Katsuki tenses up beneath you, latching onto your hips.

Your breath catches in your chest until you bottom out, ass meeting his thighs. Your pussy throbs from the burning stretch.

“Jesus,” Katsuki breathes, lids fluttering as he struggles to keep them open. “Feels too fuckin’ good, babygirl.” You nod your agreement, slack-jawed, and straighten your spine. It’s like Katsuki’s cock is in your stomach.

“Help me Kat,” you demand, bracing your hands on the seat behind the blonde.

One side of Katsuki’s mouth lifts into a smug grin, shifting himself a bit lower into the seat. Large hands cup your ass and squeeze tight enough to leave marks. “Hang on tight, princess.”

The first thrust sparks pleasure deep in your pelvis, heat rushing to your toes. After that, each time you push back to meet him, it’s slick, loud, and frantic. He fucks you fast and hard, this being one of the few times Katsuki’s agreeable to a quickie. The heat rises until the windows fog up, your handprint becoming very visible to the outside eye.

Once you’ve settled back into the passenger seat you touch up your makeup, thankful it wasn’t ruined. Although, your hair tie does get put to good use.

[courfee]

oby jeggy is a different kind of dsfkdsf so here is them from the first fic in that series, i will touch you with my mind by my love @itsjaywalkers

[shushmal]

Steve bites back a sigh when he sees a hand waving just out of the corner of his eye, trying to grab his attention from where Steve's gazing pitifully at his drink. The club is loud, music blasting, and maybe it's a little pathetic for Steve to be at his place of work on his day off, but Robin's behind the bar and he gets free drinks. Unfortunately, the kind of guys who frequent his workplace are usually the opposite of Steve's type.

So, he's prepared, for when he looks up, to gently let down whatever club boy who's decided to shoot their shot with him tonight. They all start to look the same to him: bleached hair, glitter, crop tops and low riding pants. Men who are too much like Steve to be what Steve's looking for.

When he looks up, however, his eyes go a little wide and his lips part from around the straw against his tongue.

"Hi!" yells the guy, long hair, long legs, long fingers. He's wearing way too much leather and denim for this place, and he must be boiling under that jacket. "W-would you like to dance?"

Steve takes a longer moment to take him in: his shoulders hunched up around his ears, fingers twisting his hair nervously, eyes big and brown and beautiful.

Straightening from where he's been hiding against the wall, Steve steps up into the guy's space, watches his eyes go bigger and his face go pink. He's perfect.

"I'm Steve," he says, leaning in so he can be heard over the music. "And you don't look like the kind of guy who dances."

"Oh, I'm not," the guy says, eyes flicking around Steve's face, dropping to Steve's chest, to his thighs and back up again. "Um, sorry. I'm Eddie."

Steve grins. "Nice to meet you, Eddie."

Eddie's mouth quirks up, an giddy, boyish smile. "P-pleasure's mine," he says. "And I may be terrible at it, but I'd love to dance with you. If you'd like."

"I would like," Steve tells him. He holds out his hand, feels his heart flutter when Eddie takes it. "I'd like that very much."

[cheekinpermission]

Twisted Wonderland has such a wonderful array of sibling dynamics!!

So beautiful <3

[lovely-checo]

A bunch of grown ass man refused to sit in the front row its so funny to me

They literally like students in school/collage fr!!!

[johnychen]

Pipeline The Surf Coaster On Ride Front Seat 4K POV SeaWorld Orlando 202...

[itsreaditandwow2]

'Cause you so full of shit, your damn eyeballs are turnin' brown.

Judy Jennings (Angry Grandma)

[shittysawtraps]

you get saw trapped but coincidentally you also enter a time loop so you have as many chances to get free as you want, but jigsaw is also stuck in the time loop so you have to listen to his messages get more and more passive-aggressive

[ifuckinglovelemondemon-srs]

How do i explain to someone that half of the things i listen to on Spotify is literally just white men singing about weird shit while screaming into the mic