#my back is arching

[ang3lc]

Johnny? A munch? Oh, absolutely.

cw: mdni, afab!reader

It starts with that playful smirk of his, the one that always promises trouble, though you’ve long since learned that when he’s focused on you like this, it’s not trouble—no. it’s utter devotion. Johnny stretches things out (😏), savoring every second like he’s got all the time in the world, and he’s doing it just for you. He’ll start slow, teasing, letting his lips hover just over the dip in your neck, brushing kisses feather-light against every sensitive spot he’s memorized.

He’s relentless, too—his hands, his lips, his tongue—every part of him is in sync, determined to draw out every sound, every shiver he can get from you. "Aye, that’s it,” he’d murmur, voice low and breathless against your sternum now, reveling in the way your back arches to his touch. "Told ye I’d take care o’ ye, didn’t I?” And Johnny's nothing if not a man of his word.

His hands knead your plush curves between his fingers while each tantalizing kiss and lick down your body sends a fresh wave of heat straight to your cunt. Johnny’s touch is firm but reverent, like he’s savoring every inch of you, committing it all to memory. His lips leave trails of warmth against your skin, his stubble adding a delicious burn that leaves you writhing. His thumbs trace over your hip bones as he sucks just below your navel, his calloused fingers pressing just enough to make you gasp.

Johnny’s hands tighten their hold on your hips as he shifts, scooting down and guiding your legs over his broad shoulders with an ease that sends your pulse racing. His palms skim down the outside of your thighs, his thumbs brushing the soft skin as he presses a lingering kiss to the curve just above your knee. His lips are warm, teasing, as they move higher, leaving a slow trail of kisses along the burning flesh of your inner thigh.

“Look at ye,” he murmurs, his voice rough and dripping with that thick Scottish brogue that only seems to get heavier when he’s like this. He laps at the fat of your thigh, his tongue darting out to soothe the feverish skin where his teeth nip playfully. “So fuckin' gorgeous.”

Each kiss is deliberate, each nip and lick sending sparks of heat rushing through your body, pooling low in your belly. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t let up, his focus entirely on you as his hands knead the soft flesh of your hips, inching closer to the wet spot on your panties. When you see him inching at an agonizing pace, you press your hips closer to his face, seeking more, he chuckles, low and throaty, the vibration of it brushing against your skin.

“Patience, bonnie,” he teases, his voice a mix of amusement and promise as his lips hover, brushing lightly against the spot where your thigh meets your drooling cunt. “Told ye, I’m takin’ ma time.”

And he does. Johnny lingers, kissing and tasting, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate patterns over your clothed heat that leave you trembling. The warmth of his breath fans against your skin, his hold on your thighs firm but tender, grounding you as he worships every inch of you. It’s maddening, intoxicating, and so achingly him—equal parts mischief and devotion, his gaze flicking up to meet yours, glinting with satisfaction at the way he’s unraveling you.

“Sweetest snack I’ve ever had,” he murmurs, his voice low and dripping with hunger, the words meant only for you. His lips press against the slick fabric of your panties, his tongue tracing over the dampness as if savoring every drop. A guttural groan escapes him, vibrating against you, as his spit mixes with your arousal, soaking through and leaving nothing to the imagination. His movements are unrelenting—lips, tongue, and teeth working in a messy symphony of devotion and desire, each drag of his mouth lighting your nerves on fire. “Christ, you’re perfect,” he mutters, his hands gripping your thighs like he’s afraid you might slip away, his gaze dark and molten as he promises through every touch that he won’t stop until you’re completely undone.

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[rubctosis]

I cant stop thinking about this scene ITS LIVING IN MY HEAD RENT FREE…tHE WAY HE MOCKS THEM. TEASING THEM EVEN. SMUG ASS. I LOVE HIM SM. MY BABYGIRL IS BABYGIRLING

[rickswh0r3]

i love my babygirl !!!!!!!! 🫶🫶🫶

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[moondoodles]

Happy birthday caesar zeppeli

[babebarefoot1]

Fluffy PJ’s 🩷

[ncllywrites]

first thing i see as i open this app im- 🫠🧎🏾‍♀️

WHO MADE THIS CUZ THEY NEED THEIR ASS ATE OUT NOW

There TikTok is @abbystanaccount

[softgothbabe]

[mayabishopgold]

Maya & Carina | Station 19 - 7x09 "How Am I Supposed to Live Without You?"

Okay, now, where were we?

[ef-1]

his mug shot bc he's arrested for murdering a CEO when the real threat is that killer face card 🫦

[babybison]

pre-meal 'meal'

[thekingwade]

Damn….👀

[babebarefoot1]

Such a fun arch angle 💕

[draconic-lesbian]

Wanting to do a full body stretch but missing the body parts I need to stretch the most is torture when waking up

[daintylovers]

oh yeah

[louferrignojrofficial]

tits. that’s it. that’s the post.

[pedropcl]

RYAN GUZMAN as EDMUNDO 'EDDIE' DIAZ

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