#thigh kink

[monstergirlboy]

ass spanking is cool and all. but there's something special about someone slapping your inner thighs until they're bright red and you can feel how horny you are through your whole body. the prickly feeling when they stop feels like they've got a wand right to your clit. god I need this again or i'll die

[bitchimasnake-sss]

🍒thinkin' about: men with a thigh kink

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💗thinking about how every time you leave his bed, your thighs are bruised blue and purple. crescent moons embedded into your plush skin, hips bruised by the way he was holding onto you when he rammed his cock inside your pussy, inner thighs marked with snips and licks. 💗he's selfish, he knows it. but it's some sort of carnal desire that rocks him to his very core every time you're spread out so lewdly in front of him; pussy trembling, your slick coating your inner thigh and vulva, your mouth parted in anticipation. so fucking pretty. and unmarked. just waiting to be claimed by his scorching touches. there's some sort of feral need to watch you as you mewl and rock yourself harder when he inflicts that sort of pleasurable pain onto your body. the way your teeth catch your trembling lips when he bites down on your thigh and his calloused fingers tease your throbbing clit. fuck, you were meant for this. for him. 💗it's just... the idea. god, just the idea that you'd be talking to someone, maybe laughing and nodding along so fucking innocently. but if they strain their neck downwards, letting their gaze wander at the hem of your skirt, they would see shy blossoms against your tattered skin. proof that you were all his. 💗this is why it doesn't come to as a surprise on the nights he slips in bed behind you. pulling your chest flush against his back, his fingers would swiftly pull your sleeping shorts downwards. he would always hiss, too blinded by the building pleasure as he rocks his cock in between your thighs. his breath would be warm against your neck, fingers pulling and flicking your nipples and silent moans and heaves on his lips. he cums with a disoriented grunt and his sticky cum rests in your thigh, some slipping off onto the sheets. and just the idea of your body covered in his fluids makes him start thrusting again. he overstimulates himself against your wet thighs till tears threaten to spill out and he can no longer speak without his voice shaking. he's so cute. 💗and don't get him started on how well you trap him against yourself when his tongue is playing with your sloppy cunt. don't get him started on how intoxicating it is to feel your trembles and moans and not being able to breathe because he wants you so bad. don't get him started on how he could die right there. slack jawed, pupils blown open, breathless. choking between your sweet pussy and trembling thighs. 💗justtt men with a thigh kink my god.

applies to: zoro, ace, shanks [one piece]; toji, yuuji, choso, nanami [jjk]; jean, eren, reiner [aot] and any and all your favourites <3

a/n: idea by @dancingintherainwithchifuyu [thankyou!]; divider by @dollywons tagging: @help-i-lost-my-sock, @bokutosbiceps m.list

[luuver]

Wearing thigh highs while letting a needy boy kiss my feet and up to my thighs as I make him beg to kiss Mommy's pussy is needed right now.

[puppybabykai]

which dom wants a puppy boy to come ruin your thigh? my slick dripping out of my hole onto you making a big mess as i drag myself back and forth trying to fit your whole thigh up my pussy i want you inside me so bad. i just go dumb on the feeling of your thigh under my pussy sliding back and forth so thick and wet i’m making such a big mess it almost makes you mad but the feeling of my cum all over you turns you on too much to be mad you just flip me over and cum in me so hard it makes an even bigger mess dripping out of me

[faggy-mutt]

16, 26?

"song u would listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?"

aa this is difficult !!! I thinkk either true romance or out of control by she wants revenge :3c

"something that never fails to make u horny?"

hmm ,, apart from scrolling on nsft tumblr I'd say ,,,,, pretty thighs ,, IM SORRY IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIGHS I PROMISE,,, thick thighs, lean thighs, muscular, chubby, thigh garter, thigh highs, fishnets, scars, no scars, stretch marks, no stretch marks, IDC GIVE ME THIGHS

[vecnawrites]

Truth Serum- Is it true Jaune that you have a weakness for Pyrrha's thick thighs? There is a rumor that you want her to crush your head with those thighs of hers.

“Well...yes.” the blonde coughed softly into his fist as he thought about what he wanted to say,, how to properly explain just why he wanted to use Pyrrha’s flawless, muscular thighs as his personal pair of earmuffs. “I certainly do! It’s a fantasy of mine. I want her to pin me down, straddle my face, squeeze…” he grinned as he let himself be lost in his fantasy, not noticing his jeans bulging obscenely…

...and also failing to notice an intensely blushing Pyrrha behind him, who was glancing down and giving her thighs a long speculative glance, glancing back up at her crush through her bangs and eyelashes, before taking a few steps forward, determined to make Jaune’s fantasy a reality…

...and fulfill a few fantasies of her own while she was at it.

[nashont-umblr]

His thighs. They’d look perfect with bite marks, claw marks, and covered in my saliva because I used my tongue to clean him of the blood.

The way he’d stare down at me as I was in between his legs, the way he’d for sure take off my cowboy hat and put it on his head and make a “wear the hat ride the cowboy” while my chin is covered in him. The way I’d kiss my way up to his lips and take the hat off his head and say “get to ridin then sweetheart”.

His thighs.

[monstergirlboy]

please slap my thighs over and over so your red hand marks are fully visible, then send me out while I'm too horny to handle myself and can still feel the prickly pain. make me wear a skirt with nothing underneath so the slightest breeze will show off how high the red marks go, and how wet my masochist pervert cunt gets from being slapped over my sensitive thighs 💗

[luuver]

bought new thigh highs today, who wants to stain them with their needy mess? <3

[illiana-mystery]

Look at them thighs, they're amazing!

[w1ld-f3ral-3ven]

so many thoughts in my head today. all surprisingly soft,,,,, i'm feeling the hopeless romantic vibes tonight.

i'll always prefer masculine terms but there's something so appealing about a boy calling me "momma." sometimes momma is a 5'8" trans man built like roronoa zoro (someday) <3

i need a boyfriend with thick thighs so badly. i just wanna kiss them and bite them and bury my face between them and rest my head on them and squish them when we're sitting next to each other and-

what if,,,,,, i put a cute boy in my hoodie while we fucked? i could make him a nest of soft pillows to bury himself into while my dick bullies his prostate. i want him comfy and warm and surrounded by soft things while he cries from overstimulation. and he's all cocooned up in my hoodie the entire time and he looks so sweet in it

sorry i'm soft today. horny blog cancelled hopeless romantic blog is in /j

[faggy-mutt]

ur so cute pup,,, i cant stop imagining how cute itd be to have u in my lap, my fingers in ur mouth with my other hand gently guiding u,, making u get urself off by rubbing ur cute puppyparts on my thigh..

thatd be so nice, dont u think? :)

(is there a 🫀 anon, or can i steal that just like id like to steal ur heart? ;) )

HHMMMGSSAGHA

it would be very nice !! I luv hands/fingers nd thighs, u rlly hit some spots there 😵‍💫

I also love a little soft domming >w< I'd make the prettiest puppy noises for u !!

[fuckingmyboyfrienddumb]

desperately need to make out with him while he’s wearing nothing but my oversized t-shirt. wanna feel him grind his warm, leaky cunt against my thigh. wanna guide his hips as he ruts into me. wanna feel him moan and whine into my mouth as he goes stupid from the attention.

telling him “faster boy. don’t you wanna cum for me? you’re not doing a good job right now.” just to hear him whimper and apologise breathlessly as he ruts faster, getting ever so close before i push him off, pulling his head down to my soaked thigh.

“so fucking sloppy. lick it up, slut. maybe then i’ll let you cum.” of course, he doesn’t need to know i’m lying. he doesn’t need to know i plan on edging him until he’s a braindead, overstimulated babbling mess. i’ll just make him rut and lick up his mess over and over again. that’s all a dumb slut like him needs anyways.

[needyh0les]

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[delusionsofgrandeur13]

shameless

minors. dni.

your roommate, biker!JASON TODD, still hasn’t taken his helmet off.

readers can expect: a helmet wearing jason todd x fem!reader in an undefined relationship. reader in a dress and makeup. use of nicknames like “baby” and “sunshine.” implied consent but not explicitly stated. thigh riding and some dirty talk. minor, minor amounts of fingering.

he’d just gotten home from a ride, the same time you’d gotten back from shopping. you always did the same thing after, so he’d settled himself into a chair to give you and your new clothes an audience. but the mirrored panel he’s watching you through doesn’t give you the same privilege.

you can’t see his eyes, can’t tell if he likes the clothes or not.

he’s been silent the whole time, too. if you didn’t know him better, you’d worry he was mad at you. but you know him well. sometimes you think better than he knows himself. jason just doesn’t talk if he feels like he doesn't need to..or if he’s extremely distracted.

he’s leaning back in the chair, his arms crossed. the motion is making his forearms bulge. the fabric of his flannel straining, already rolled up to his elbows.

your brain is light and fluttery at the idea of his arms holding you close. his hips meeting yours with each thrust. his helmet on.

you’re itching for him to touch you. itching.

you twirl in the new black dress you got, hoping to catch a reaction of some sort.

he tightens his grip on his bicep. shifts in his seat, spreading his legs wider. the fabric around his crotch is definitely more taut than it was when you started.

but he says nothing.

you practically gulp, turning around to go put on the last thing you got.

you come back out in a new red dress. the ruching up the sides pulls the fabric tight against your skin. it ends mid thigh, but you might’ve hiked it up a little higher. might’ve reapplied your lipstick before coming back out. tousled your hair a little bit. who’s to say?

you come a little closer this time, spinning again. you stop, propping a hand onto your hip.

“what do you think?” you turn to the side.

his head tilts. he says nothing.

“okay, well, this was the last thing.” you turn, starting down the hallway.

jason mumbles, the words lost into his helmet. you stop in your tracks. spin back around.

“hm?” you step closer. “did you say something?”

the bulge in jason’s pants is too obvious to ignore now. he shakes his head, beckoning to you, patting his leg.

you have to hold yourself back from practically running to him.

you sit yourself down on a thigh, his hand immediately finding the curve of your ass. electricity runs up your spine. his other hand settles on your upper thigh, slowly inching closer to the junction of your legs. warmth unfurls in your belly at the sensation of the leather of his glove on your bare skin. you lean in, throwing your arms around his neck.

still nothing.

you’re looking at yourself in the mirror covering his eyes. it irks you. you want to see his eyes, the dark slashes of his eyebrows. the corner of your mouth rises as you bring your face in, and plant a lipsticked kiss on the plastic of his visor. jason pinches your waist. his cock twitches behind the thick fabric of his pants. he’s grateful he has his helmet on. it’s hiding his rapidly reddening cheeks.

he recovers, flipping up his tagged visor. just to make a show of rolling his eyes at you. his grip on your thigh tightens as you study the sliver of his face he’s letting you see. a tuft of hair covers his forehead, his telltale white streak cutting through the darker hair, into his right eyebrow.

he looks at you through half-lidded, deep blue eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.

you smile at him, batting your lashes. the itch grows stronger.

he rolls his eyes, again.

“feelin’ feisty today, huh, sunshine?”

you nod, humming in agreement. jason tightens his arms around you, bringing you closer. his eyes narrow, the look in them making the heartbeat between your thighs pound harder. you squeeze your legs together. jason glances down, then scoffs, shaking his head.

“you’re shameless.” he decides.

you nod again, blushing a little as you concede.

he adjusts you, grabbing at the fabric around your hips, pulling it up until it’s bunched around your waist. he pauses when he sees the lace of your underwear covering your sex, his own heart pounding in his ears. he fights the urge to clear his throat, a nervous tic he has that you’d pick up on immediately. he can’t fuck this up. he’s been desperate to touch you since the last time you let him, done nothing but think about the pretty little sounds you’d made. he’s gotta play this just right.

“were these really necessary?” he hooks a finger on the waistband, raising his eyebrow. a giggle bubbles out of your throat as you stand up.

“..my underwear? yeah, i’d say they might be.” it’s your turn to roll your eyes, and you do, before pulling off them off.

jason grabs them from you, wrapping the lacy fabric around his wrist like a bracelet. at your shocked face, he shrugs.

“just for safekeeping, sunshine. i’d say don’t get your panties inna twist about it, but ‘s a little late for that.”

he looks up at you in his helmet, and even though the lower half of his face is covered, you can practically see the cocky smile he’s wearing. you set yourself back onto his leg, straddling his thick thigh. the rough fabric of his riding pants meets the smooth skin of your inner thigh, a wet spot already forming.

“well? show me how bad you want it.” he settles back.

you brace your hands on his shoulders while he folds his own gloved hands on his stomach.

you move your hips, starting a delicious rhythm. the friction makes you moan, feels so good you don’t even realize you’re making a sound. you rock yourself back and forth, back and forth. the movement jostling your tits.

jason’s eyes flicker down, his eyebrows raising. a low groan emanates from his throat. the sound takes you to another level. he reaches up, pulling the front of your dress down. his eyes flare in response, breaking his tense posture to reach up with a gloved hand and palm one.

the worn in leather on the delicate skin of your chest feels like heaven. he pinches a nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. the combined stimulation drives you to move your hips faster, gripping your fingers into the sturdy angles of his shoulders.

your hands on him has his cock aching, no doubt leaking pre all over the front of his underwear. he can’t believe what you’re able to do to him without even trying.

“that’s right, baby.” he takes in how your face changes, pleasure so acute it’s unmistakable on your features.

“use me, just like that.”

you pick up the pace just a little, your toes curling as his eyebrows raise and he nods his encouragement. his big hands sink into the flesh of your tits, kneading them as you move.

“that’s right, you’re so close, keep going—”

it builds up, and up, and up, the waves cresting as your thighs clench around his, your back arches, you throw your head back. jason is humming is approval deep in his throat. he swipes your clit a few times with his leather-clad thumb, drawing out your orgasm, making your thighs tremble.

“needed that bad, huh?”

your face grows hot, and you flip his visor down.

he pushes it up again, rolling his eyes at you as the corners of them crinkle with what you can guess is a smile. jason caresses your thigh with his hand as you slump into his chest. your breathing matches his, and he brushes your hair out of your face.

“i like this dress.”