#not JUST his thighs

[short-and-ugly]

Opinion on thighs?🎤

good shit i cant get me enough of them.

[hinamie]

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

[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.

[morganadismay]

moody little sir gwaine what will he do

[velidewrites]

Steps crunched on the grass behind us. Nesta whirled, but— Lucien. It was Lucien. Lucien, haggard and bloody, panting for breath. As if he’d run from the shore. — Chapter 78, ACOWAR

According to @moonpatroclus, @cauldronblssd and myself, there is nothing more gentlemanly than being sweaty and covered in blood. For Day 1: Gentleman of @lucienweekofficial, we’d reached out to @/paolapieretti.art to capture exactly that — and oh did she DELIVER. See how his Illyrian leathers tear exactly right to offer us a tasteful peek at the VanTits? See the smear of blood near his fangs? Very demure, very oh-wow-our-legs-just-magically-opened.

A massive thank you to @/paolapieretti.art for doing such a wonderful job on this piece (do you SEE the Night Court insignia on his shoulder plates??) and for being an absolute joy to work with. We hope you love Lucien (or, as we’ve dubbed him in our group chat, War Daddy) as much as we do!

Art by @/paolapieretti.art and commissioned by @moonpatroclus, @cauldronblssd, and @velidewrites. Reposts are not allowed!

[obsesssedblerd]

suguru geto is DEFINITELY the type to just give you a light, dangerous smile, and then chuckle when you make jokes about his size and call him small. you wonder why he's not getting defensive like most men do. then later, when you're innocently sitting on his lap while with the rest of your friends, you feel it. when he sees your eyes widen in shock, he'll give you that smile again.

[egophiliac]

IT'S BUNNY TIME EVERYBODY

(feat. Dilla)

(bugle accompaniment by Yuu)

[toffeebrews]

Ah crap I spilt cringe in my cat coded killer

[laurents-secret-diary]

oh damen we're really in it now.mp4

[secriden]

Source

Fort, straight up interrupting Peat mid-reply goes:

Um...

Yeah...

I think we know, Fort. xD

[parkjammys]

men with their slutty waists and thick thighs have me in a chokehold

clearly we should worship them, because god what a man he truly is

[accidentcache]

teensy little shigadabi drabble <3 enjoyyy suggestive/nsfw / minors dni

"just come here," tomura's hands meet your hips, effectively stopping you from moving any further away. before you can fight it, he has you straddled atop his thigh while he's seated at his desk-- league running on idle in front of him.

you're not happy. you only asked him to take the trash out-- his designated chore for the week-- and he's pitching this little fit instead of actually doing it. by fit, he's got you trapped on his thigh, hands tight on your hips and waist and those stupid puppy dog eyes that he knows works on you.

"just sit," he mumbles, his fingers dipping into the waistband on your shorts to trace the bare skin underneath. a free hand moves to his keyboard and his eyes dare to leave yours so he can stare at the gameplay in front of him. when you shift to move off of him, his grip gets tighter.

"tomura," your voice is a low warning. you're irritated, he knows it. his thigh tenses underneath youand your eyes dart down to the muscle between your legs with a slight look of incredulousness. "seriously?"

tomura pulls a face. "humor me, babe," he mirrors your tone in mocking and moves you along the flexed muscle ever so slightly.

oh.

the movement sends a ripple of heat throughout your body. from the looks of it, tomura is aware of it too. the corner of his mouth lifts ever so slightly with a smug little smirk and you fight the urge to smack him.

"loosen up," tomura murmurs in your ear. his fingers dig into the side of your hip as he continues to move you in the slowest, languid pace on top of him. "i'll take the trash out after."

your hands meet his shoulders and you fight the urge to clamp your thighs around him. a sharp exhale leaves your mouth when he presses up against you. "promise?"

the smirk widens. tomura continues to click into his game, his eyes flicking between your conflicted expression and the ranked match in front of him. he leans back into his gaming chair and his fingers tap against the skin of your waist and you can't help how your eyes roll in response.

he continues to keep you at this pace. slow and lazy, letting the heat build in your lower stomach as your hips rock on top of his leg. his hand moves from your hip to your thigh every so often, but he's in clear control of the pace.

at some point, your hips jerk and rut, feeling uncomfortable with the slow build and tomura clicks his tongue at you. "this is a ranked match, babe."

"fuck off," you quip in response. tomura lets out chuckle and his grip loosens, effectively letting you set the pace you want. his hand settles on your waist, his thumb runs idle shapes into your skin as you rock yourself against his thigh with more deliberate motions.

his smirk morphs into a feral grin the longer he watches you lose yourself. was he actually going to take the trash out after you've finished? not orignally, but you look so pretty with a flushed pout on your lips and your eyebrows furrowing the more you work yourself on getting off just using his thigh.

your brain is so fuzzy and foggy you barely acknowlege the door opening and footsteps approaching from the side. all you feel is a hand snaking into your hair and tugging your head upwards, forcing your gaze to meet a certain blue eyed individual.

dabi is clearly amused. the corner of his mouth is curled with a smirk, his fingers tighten their grip in your hair as your hips continue to rock against tomura's thigh. "enjoying yourself, sweetheart?"

your movements stutter, almost embarrassed in a way. tomura's hand immediately moves to keep your pace steady and dabi chuckles, lowering his head down to yours. his lips ghost over yours, teasing with a kiss that your parted lips desperately want.

"don't stop on my account," dabi's eyebrow lifts a bit in a taunt. tomura continues to play his game, but he's also amused in a way as well. "show me you can get off using the loser's thigh, yeah?"

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[hinamie]

completely innocuous vash sheet :) fr practice

[hawnks]

Pre-rut hawks getting a lil frisky with you spooning you from behind with his nose tucked in the little space behind your ear because the pure scent of you just makes him so hard. Doesn't even realize he's panting against you.

[concretejunglefm]

himbo!noah showing off his tattoos with no idea that you have suddenly forgotten everything he is talking about 🫠

[chawliekin]

never getting over the fact that one of (if not the only) time you can see mac’s shamrock tat is when he’s wearing his stupid twink shorts… like he has never worn anything else that makes it visible. so dennis truly has no reason to be so strangely invested in him getting it removed during the ireland arc UNLESS he frequently sees or is planning to see this part of mac’s thigh on a regular basis I HATE THEM SO BAD