#his thighs!!!

[jasonmewkid]

this picture does something to me…..

[evercelle]

[contessalarue]

[scruffydoomergirl]

Thighs save lives<3

[hinamie]

the new jjk cafe fits have been living in my head . no thoughts except yuuji in a letterman

[trashcora]

Pedro Pascal’s Slutty Little Knee attends the Met Gala 2023, Karl Lagerfeld: A Line of Beauty

[impsandstars]

Look at him go. He's a star! ⭐

[hexxlust]

a little fun never hurt anyone ~

[jesuistrestriste]

thinking about stanford!art humping your thigh after he wanders to your dorm in the middle of the night—piss-drunk from a big party.

he’s giggly and dizzy and not making much sense, but you don’t have the heart to stop him when he clambers over to you on your small couch and sits over one of your legs. it’s innocent at first; cute, even. but then he closes his eyes and cups the back of your head before he pushes his nose into your neck and starts to hungrily grind over your thigh.

“mmfff.. f-fuckk, m’yeah.. ohhh-“

little murmurs of pleasure slipping past his parted lips into the warmth of your skin as he squirms over you and chases a high that’s so close but yet so far away. the whole time he had been drinking at the stupid party, all he could think about was you.

and you’re surprised he’s even managing to get hard (or feel any sort of pleasure, for that matter) with how inebriated he is.. but he definitely is.

“.. m’gonna f’ck you, baby.. can i? so f’ckn warm.. ‘nd tight, squeezin’ me.. ahh, hah, haa-! hnghh—“

you reach up and stroke the back of his loose blonde curls as they bounce with each sloppy snap of his hips over your limb, and he only melts further against your body. his shaking quads keep your thigh trapped in place as he grinds into it like he’s properly fucking into your hole, and he gasps before he suddenly tenses up and moves his hands to squeeze the sides of your top. he forces his chest to yours, wanting to close any space left between the two of you.

he’s toppling over the edge before he can process how good he’s feeling, and then warmth is coating the inside of his underwear and seeping through to his pants while he shudders and lets out a pathetic little mewl. you rub his back, a little bewildered by the whole thing, but you press a kiss to his sweaty neck anyways. he tastes like salt and need. he’s panting like an overheated dog. as it slows down, he twitches in your lap and then mouths at your shoulder.

“.. haa.. haa.. haah.. j’st came ‘nside you..”

he’s so out of it, but he needed this more than anything. you always give him exactly what he so desperately wants.

and it wasn’t any different tonight.

[track-maniac]

2025 is the year i start being the most stereotypical compsci transfem possible

[porkcutletbowl44]

NSFW MDNI

Johnny likes morning head.

There isn't a better way to wake up than feeling something wet and warm on his morning wood. Blinking the hazy sleep out of his eyes, your head is on his thigh, holding his cock to your mouth with your eyes shut.

His head lays on your bent knee with a low groan, watching with sleepy eyes the way your tongue folds up and down over his slit.

It's almost better this way, lazy and unrushed because he's simply too tired to rut harshly into your mouth, too drunk to do anything but watch and occasionally rock his hips sluggishly with your movements.

He whimpers loudly when his tip gets suckled between your lips, milky beads of pre drooling out.

His hand always reaches down over your body to pet your hair back, cock twitching weakly on the inside of your cheek, tongue working in and out on the underside of his shaft.

Johnny is already very vocal in bed, but in the mornings it's more (if it was even possible for him to be more than usual)

When he finally comes to, his fingers wedge under your panties to lazily pump his fingers in time with your strokes, moaning with every sound you make, every lazy touch of your hand, kissing and nipping at your shin on his cheek in the sideways 69 of sorts.

He gets edged too, when he's really close you stop and give his cock head messy, sucking kisses just to feel the flare and throbs, making him extra needy with his morning voice.

[nikkinelson1313]

[hurlingdown]

“baby,” zoro manages, and when it doesn’t work, he gently tugs on your hair. 

you look up through your lashes, without unlatching, and nearly forget how to breathe. it’s jarring, almost, the warmth that pours into you at the quiet vulnerability in his gaze, tender and wanting and yours. 

you give his swollen nipple one more wet kiss, before raising your head to meet him with a small, coy smile. teasing, the way that makes your lover glow. “too much?” 

he’s too busy blushing to respond right away. you bring his hand down to your cheek, pressing the burn of his sweaty palm against your face. it makes you want to close your eyes, and you give in to the comfort with a faint sigh. 

zoro lets out a small grunt, turning his head to the side. it’s nothing new, your affection for him, but sometimes, you’re a little too good at making him feel embarrassed. what stays on you, though, is his good eye, molten silver and warm sea bleeding into you. 

he pretends to think about your question, for a bit. like the answer isn’t written all over his face. 

“no,” he denies, quietly. 

“... you’re tired, then.” 

“no.” 

“bored?” 

“never.” 

you blink your eyes open, and zoro’s frowning. it’s not that you don’t get him, he knows this. you just don’t want to act. 

“tell me,” you begin, “tell me what you want.” 

he swallows slowly, throat bobbing. he knows this game you’re playing, has played it before, countless times. but zoro doesn’t want to play. he wants you pinning him down by the neck and taking him apart, wants to sob and keen and thrash under your mercy, crying as you spill inside him again and again and again. 

“baby,” you murmur, your cheek smushed against his chest, and as tender as the word is, it’s a soft-spoken warning. zoro doesn’t think he can handle it if you go back to sucking his nipples. they’re soft and swelling, peppered with red and purple. too sensitive for his liking. “tell me where you want me.” 

this, he can do. 

he’s not the best at directions, zoro supposes. not that good with… locations, in general. his instincts take him where they want to go, and he follows blindly. some of the best decisions he’s made, some of the worst. 

but when he takes your hand, intertwining it with his, it’s steady and warm and full, and he’s never been more sure that this is the right thing. 

he places it on his stomach. “here,” he breathes. “i want you here.” 

[myfriendgoo94]

Thinking this’ll be my cozy-night-at-home outfit this year. Thoughts?

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

That one time when your crush showed their full physical body (normally looks like a vague human(?)looking blob and void of darkness) and your ass was NOT ready for the reveal

@frownyalfred

[hinamie]

completely innocuous vash sheet :) fr practice