#thirsty anons are thirsty

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Let’s stop talking about Dylan’s personal life and get to talking about his index finger 🤤

Just the index???

Agreed about the change of subject, but just the index!? When they're all so nice??? Blasphemy. Why not the whole fist of em!?

...killmenowimfuckinready

[idyllcy]

Concept: Jaime having a lot of left over adrenaline from a fight so he fucks the reader up against the nearest wall

post-fight. - jaime reyes x reader (nsfw warning!)

it happens more often than Jaime admits, but less often than you complain to him about it for.

Jaime has you pressed against the back of the wall in some run-down alleyway, only half of his suit deactivated as he's rutting into you desperately, the sweat and blood still on the back of his armor, his sweat running down his sides as you cling onto his biceps for life, exhausted panting and whimpers slipping past your lips as you stare at him disappear into you with a lewd squelch each time.

"I'm sorry." He whimpers into your ear. "You just— looked so good, mi vida, I just—"

You moan as he presses his lips to yours, desperate to muffle the moans coming out of your mouth, yet wanting to keep listening to them. Maybe swallowing them would work.

It doesn't, but Jaime does get the reward of you biting his bottom lip as he feels you spasm around him, your orgasm ripping through your body as you gush around him, and Jaime only speeds up to chase after his own high, pulling from your lips to tell you how pretty you were, whimpering and moaning quietly over you, eyes raking your body to see how dazzling you were when covered in a layer of sheen from the sweat.

and when he feels his own orgasm rip through him, chest pressed to yours as he gasps into your ear, he makes sure to clean you up, tongue pressed to your you, drunk on the taste of you and him mixed together, hums from his chest shooting up your spine and causing your fingers to fly to his hair, whimpering.

and when he finishes, his suit finally comes off completely as he holds you in his arms, mumbling into your ear about how good you were for him, how he was sorry for taking the adrenaline out on you again, pressing you to his chest as he lets you fall limp in his hold and get some well-deserved rest, he presses a kiss to your forehead and takes care of the rest. After all, it's the least he can do for you.

reblogs are appreciated ( •́ω<;)✧

[onmyyan]

You know those silly porn plots where the person gets stuck in something and then gets boinked to all heaven. I'm just thinking about Ashley finding a poor darling stuck in between a broken fence while helping out around the farm and can't help himself. I mean yeah sure, you might not get a hand right away but you'll get something better.

I mean darling was going to be sore after helping around anyways. Right? Right.

-🎂

The way I have two similar requests like this for Ashley y'all so nasty I love it TW FOR YANDERE DUBCON Feedback is welcome and appreciated NOT EDITED

"Ash? Is that you?" He hears your sweet voice call out to him from the barn, he takes wide heavy steps to get to you faster, not liking how uneasy you sounded, it was another hot summer day out on the farm and you'd insisted on helping him out with his chores so he could be done sooner, acts of kindness like that are part of the reason Ashley fell for you in the first place, as of right now he was just your good friend and neighbor, but he so desperately needed more from you, he years to cross that line and push your relationship where it's meant to be, he was a good, honest man, he helped everyone he came across and he just wanted you, the universe seems to agree, blessing him with quite the sight this fateful afternoon.

You've somehow managed to wedge your plump body between the pen of one of his more rowdy sheep, Betty.

He watches you hungrily, blue eyes trained on your perfect ass, his hands balled into fists as he watches it jiggle, wiggling back and forth as you tried to squirm out of your predicament, your tank top had been caught on a nail when you'd gotten stuck chasing Betty out of harm's way, the dirtied white shirt lay in scraps around your waist as your bare, soft looking back arched in a way that had all his blood rush south, his dick stirring in his jeans as he coughed, alerting you to his presence.

"You alright there sweatpea?" He asks, shamelessly eyeing the curves of your body, the way your thick thighs pressed together as you fruitlessly struggled, you laughed, he could tell you were embarrassed, "Oh thank God Ash! Betty gave me the runaround and I managed to get stuck in here, can you help me?" You giggle at your own clumsiness but Ash doesn't have it in him to laugh, his brain wracked with images of you, none of them platonic, he doesn't respond for a second, unable to speak as he furrowed his brow, his cock straining painfully against the front of his jeans.

He's trembling in place as his pent up desire and longing for you came to a head, he couldn't get his mind off the lewd scenarios playing behind his eyes, he swallows thickly, sweat beading down his brow as he begins to pant.

"You hurt?" He manages to ask, stepping close enough where you could feel the fabric of his pants, his large frame hovering above you, "No, I'm okay, just completely embarrassed." You laugh it off breath hitching when you hear him drop to his knees behind you, you can hear his breath pick up a bit, his voice heavy with something dark, something that had your thighs clenched together.

"Thats good.." he trails off, "Real good." He swallowed audibly before placing his hot, big hands on the meat of your round hips, squeezing the flesh experimentally, "I'ma get you outta' here just hold steady..." he trails off as if in a trance, his hands pawing at your short clad hips, as if he was trying to find the best angle. "That's it, be still f'me." He grunts out softly before tugging you backwards by your hips, his eyes roll back at the sweet, surprised mewl that leaves you, "Woah- hold on-" you say beyond flustered as you felt his intimate hold, your hands gripping at the stray pieces of hay on the inside of the pen, he was just trying to help, but the way he felt against you, the tremble in his voice, how electricity ran up your body from where his hands firmly gripped you, it had your face burning hot and your breath quickening.

"Gotta try and pull you out suga'." He says, his tongue poking out in concentration, he repeats his actions, pulling your thinly clothed core directly on his aching cock, this time he gives a slight grind, huffing at the whimpers it draws from you. "You really got yourself in a jam there didn't ya' sweetie?" He says sounding more flustered than you,

"Uh-um Ashley? What are you doing?" You manage to utter out through your fluster, your voice having a slight whine as you felt him grind his massive hard on into you, your brain was still trying to rationalize his actions, surly the modern cowboy wasn't taking this chance to rut against you like an animal in heat.

You felt him nip at your exposed back playfully, he leaned as close as he could, tugging you back faster, humping against your ass like a teenager who couldn't contain themselves, "Little minx," he growls against your skin, abandoning any pretense of helping you, "if you wanted to drive me wild you didn't have to go so far as to get your pretty," he rolls his hips with a grunt, "-tempting, little body so nice and stuck f'me." He chuckles darkly as you buck and mewl against him, the friction absolutely delicious as he grinded against you, panting and sweaty, his cock begins to leak pre against his jeans as he huffs and grunts like a wild animal.

"I di-didn't! I swear!" You tried to defend yourself but it fell on flat ears as he only pulled you into him harder, the seam on your jean shorts dug into your clit with everyone thrust.

He stops his motion, you open your mouth, confusion on your face when he's suddenly hooks his fingers around the band and yanks your shorts and panties down to your knees in one quick move, he wastes no time burying his face in your slick folds, moaning obscenely as he finally gets to taste you, he inhales deeply shuddering at your delectable scent, god how he'd dreamed of this exact moment, you taste better than he'd ever imagined, he shakes his head shoving his large tongue as deep inside your twitching hole as he could, his big hands spread your ass cheeks apart, giving him more room to feast, he moans into your trembling pussy, lapping at your honeyed essence like a man starved, your cries of surprise and pleasure had him rutting against nothing, desperate for some relief for his aching cock.

"Fuck!- oh shit Ashley wait- hold on-" he ignores your pleas, almost feral for the nectar gushing down his throat, he didn't stop until you were dripping down his chin, moaning almost as loud as you as he pulls away with a pop, you can't see his face but he looks positively debauched, his tan skin red and drenched in your sweet cum, his hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead, his pupils blown wide with lust, only a thin ring of blue left as he drank in the sight of your still twitching pussy.

"There we go, good girl." He praises kissing up your thighs and back, you heard the telltale sound of a belt buckle being undone as he moves with certainty. "Keep still for me now." He says under his breath, slicking up his fat cock with spit, he gives no warning before pushing the weeping head past the tight ring of your entrance, the growl that leaves him is drowned out by your loud cry, he was spreading you so much and it was just the tip! You fisted the hay before you, whining as he grabs your hips again, "Ease up now- there we go, relax baby, it'll fit." The words do the opposite of reassure you as he presses forward, pulling you back onto him with a lewd squelch, he moans loudly as you sink down to his balls, his abdomen tightens, clenching at the molten heat from your cunt, the way you wrapped around him , how your body seemed to shape around his massive girth, he gave a choppy breath, groaning as he began to pound into you, the force of his thrusts shaking the pen so hard you feared it would break.

He was like a man possessed, growling and biting at any skin he could, his balls slapped against your gushing pussy with every one of his brutal thrusts, "Take this dick, take this fuckin' dick sweet thing" he grunts against your skin, his pace now so hard it knocked the breath from your lungs, you weep against the barns dirty floor as he sends you hurdling off the cliff straight into the abyss, your eyes clam shut as you're forced to take every inch of him, you feel him pulsing inside you as he breathes raggedly, "Fuck- oh fuck that's it baby, cum on this dick." He spews the filth as he moves a hand from your hip to rub fast little circles on your swollen clit, you come all over his cock, squirting around him so hard it drenches his blue jeans dark, with a deep growl of your name he reaches his own high, shooting hot load after load into your womb, his whine makes you clench around him, the sounds of your hard panting echo throughout the barn. With a simple move Ashley moves the pen and gently pulls you from your position, finally freeing you, he held your back to his still heaving chest, holding your fucked out form close to him, with a happy sigh he leans against the wall of the barn, your barley conscious form curls into his warm chest, he tilts his hat over his eyes and holds you close, allowing himself a moment of rest before he fucked you good and proper.

[arcanescreencaps]

have you done one of caitlyns fingers, to go with that one of vis? Im normal i prommise

[dipperscavern]

Thirsty Jon anon again but like what type of noises does he make in bed..is he a moaner? Whiner? Gasper? Grunter? Me needs to know

all of the above. i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again… jon is sensitive. he’s so… receptive. on the regular? gasper + grunter (occasional groan), but you can turn that man into a whiner SO QUICK IDC. IDC IDC IDC. some well placed touches & his mouth is fallin open n a whine escapes him as he bucks his hips up a lil OHH NEED THAT

[thisismeracing]

Thoughts on who’s a boobs vs thighs vs butt guy?

My speculation would be Charles goes for boobs, Mick goes for butt, Danny goes for thighs

+18!! minors DNI!

mick - boob (defending my case using the NSFW alphabet I wrote for him here hihihih particularly this part: "He loves to slip his hands inside your shirt and play with your nipples or just simply hold your boobs, it’s comforting". However, let's agree that he would be obsessed w your butt too, like you're passing and he's slapping it when you're alone, or squeezes it when kissing you hihi).

lewis - thighs (Lewis lover to give you head, therefore he loves to be between your thighs, he also loves to rest his hand there whenever you're nervous or he's nervous, and there's something so intimate when he rests his head on your thighs while you're watching something or just chilling together, something he used to do even before you started dating. anyways............change my mind!!!! kdsjfksdj)

charles - boob (loves to fidget with your nipples, will do it without even noticing. loves to lie his head there whenever he's sad or want some cuddles).

carlos - butt (walk in front of this man when you're alone and you can bet he will slap your ass. also totally loves doggy, therefore loves the view of your ass. slapping, squeezing, BITING, sdkgjskgjdsbye)

danny - thighs (v similar to sir lewis, danny is really into head, and he also loves to lie on your thighs while you play with his hair. also, he loves cowgirl, and when you sit on his face. your thighs are his temple, he'll knell and treat it as an altar).

lando - boob (I think he would accidentally stare at your boobs when you're wearing a summer dress or something that really grabs his attention, and that's when you finally notice he likes you. it would be funny because I can see him blushing and starting to laugh uncontrollably kjfksdjgs)

send me thots!

[rvengefulobster]

Anyone else think this line was a bit strange?

[taurder]

(n) sfw

you didn't thought that patrick o'hara was going to be chatty or loud during any kind of sexual exchange, and you were absolutely wrong assuming that. he likes the simple things in life, just like the gunslinger he is he enjoys washing up his horse after a long week, cleaning up his guns meticulously, taking a cold beer in summer afternoons while watching some shitty reality tv show, and riding your cock until his thighs are shaking almost every goddamn night.

he's unstoppable once he gets his hands on you and he lets you know just what he's thinking. he'll say how much he wants to suck on your dick, just as his belt and knees drop to the floor, he'll swear and comment on how much he's already salivating and his words will only be half interrupted when he starts licking on it. he won't stop talking fully, making small pauses to let you know what he really wants. i can't wait to have this inside. i'm gonna ride you so hard tonight. i'm so horny, i could probably cum just by licking you.

and he has in the past, but lately he uses whatever self-control there is in him to actually stand up again while squeezing the base of his own length to stop himself from coming. you don't always let him go easy, sometimes stopping him by the shoulders so he won't stand, burying your dick back into his hot mouth, hearing him whine but also watching his eyes roll up when you start fucking into his throat.

if he really puts his mind and will into it he won't cum until you're deep inside his ass, he's a good boy like that. he'll move his hips and bounce his body rapidly just after having spend the least amount of time possible to prepare and lubed up his hole; spilling praise to your cock, your looks and hot body as he chases down his first orgasm. he will get tight around you, screaming your name as his seed paints both of your abdomens in less than ten minutes. then he will start picking up his rhythm again, moaning more freely now into your neck, probably giving lazy kisses in the whole area as his cock starts swelling again.

the second orgasm will be more violent, his eyes getting wet and his thighs squeezing you as his whole body tenses up and a line of yes yes yes yes yes falls from his mouth a little choked. when you take his hips and start thrusting up into him for round three patrick will be groaning, trying his best to keep bouncing for you, to meet your thrusts just to be filled more, and you'll tell him how good he is.

third climax for him means the end of loud noises, replaced by the casual exhale of air and whispered loving phrases attached with your name, along with more compliments to the way you fucked him. if you're the insatiable one for the night he'll even let you fuck him slowly into the mattress, pounding into his hole with your cum while he just enjoys the moment, letting you do the work now. so in most nights it takes three orgasms to turn a cowboy into a pillow princess.

still thirsty?

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Prompt:

“PSA: Girls who wear Skechers don’t give BJs”

Have some high school Everlark, Anon. They’re seniors in this, so 18 or about to turn 18 years old. RATED M.

***

Peeta smirks slightly at the ridiculous graffiti on the bathroom wall. What, he wonders, does a girl’s choice of footwear have to do with her willingness to go down on a guy?

He digs a sharpie from his book bag and uncaps it before scrawling a response.

Or maybe you’re just an asshole no one would blow anyway.

He finishes and washes his hands, adjusting his bag on his shoulder as he makes his way towards his locker.

“What’s so funny?”

He glances up and blinks at Katniss Everdeen. Momentarily speechless at the sight of her, cheeks flushed and braid slightly disheveled.

“What?” he asks and she motions towards his face.

“You were smiling. That cute little smile you get when you’re amused.”

“Cute little smile?” he teases, his mouth stretching wider into a real smile. “You think my smile is cute?”

“Shut up, Peeta. It’s been six months,” Katniss mutters with a roll of her eyes.

“And what? I can’t still be in awe that the Katniss Everdeen not only actually agreed to date me but also thinks my smile is cute?”

“I’m dating you strictly for the cheese buns and the guaranteed prom date,” she retorts as she places a hand on his shoulder for balance. She works off one of her character shoes.

“I’ll take it.” He holds still for her and nods towards her feet. “Show choir practice ran late?”

“Trinket’s got a bur up her butt about the performance this weekend. You know how she gets.”

“Girls. You cannot hold back. Each movement must maximize the fabulousness of the routine!” He mimics and Katniss snorts slightly.

“I just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible,” she explains why she didn’t change her shoes before leaving the choir room.

“I’ll rub your feet later,” Peeta promises quietly. Katniss’s expression softens and her eyes dart around the hall before she leans in and presses a quick peck to his lips.

“And there’s another reason why I’m dating you.”

“Don’t get too excited,” he says. “I may ask you to reciprocate tonight. My calves are still burning.”

“Coach still pushing you guys hard over that bullshit second place last week?” He nods and glances down as she tugs on her sneakers. Sketchers.

His lips quirk and she freezes with her left shoe only partially on her foot.

“There it is again. That smile.”

“It’s nothing. Dumb graffiti on the bathroom wall.”

“Oh?” Her eyebrow lifts and Peeta sighs, knowing he won’t get away with distracting her again. He leans in close to whisper in her ear, even though it’s over an hour since school let out and they’re probably the only ones left in the halls.

“It says ‘PSA: Girls who wear Sketchers don’t give BJ’s.’” Katniss makes an indignant noise and Peeta chuckles lightly as he returns to his locker, finishing swapping out what he needs to finish his homework tonight. “Told you it was dumb.”

“And clearly wrong,” she says, sounding almost offended.

He shuts his locker and turns to her, amused now by how pissed off she looks. “Come on, Katniss. It’s probably just some butt hurt Nice Guy whining because no one would blow him anyway, Sketchers or not.”

“Then why were you smiling?” Katniss demands and realization of what she must be thinking about smacks him in the face. He steers her towards the doors, out into the parking lot where his beat up hand me down car is parked.

“Because I wrote something to that effect in response,” he tells her.

“Oh.” She says, but she still can’t quite meet his eyes. “So the other day, when I couldn’t… you know…”

They’ve reached his car and Peeta maneuvers them so that she’s backed up against it. He leans in close, nuzzling beneath her ear and lacing their fingers together at their sides.

“I don’t care, Katniss. How I feel about you isn’t dependent on whether or not you do something like that.”

“But… you want it,” she says softly.

“Of course I want it,” he whispers. “If it happens, I’m gonna love every second of it. But if it never happens, that won’t change the way I feel about you. Okay?”

She’s still biting her lip, but she nods and lets Peeta open the car door for her.

“Come on. Let’s get you home so we can take care of your feet.”

She climbs in and he makes his way around the car to do the same. They’re mostly quiet on the drive to her place, but when he parks in her driveway, he can’t resist leaning over to kiss her once. Just a quick little one because he knows how she feels about people seeing them. Mainly her neighbors, in this case.

“Besides,” he murmurs when they separate, “how am I gonna complain about it when you changed your mind because… what was it you said?”

He knows he’s got a shit eating grin on his face now, and Katniss is blushing and scowling at him.

“You know exactly what I said. And that smile is not cute,” she huffs, motioning towards him. But he still can’t wipe it off his face as she clambers from the car and he follows her.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget what happened when they’d gotten a little hot and heavy, tucked away in a dark corner of her backyard while her parents were working late and Prim was sleeping over at a friend’s. The sudden drop of his stomach when she tugged his shorts down and his cock bobbed up only for a dark scowl to take over her face. And Peeta started to panic that there was something off putting about his dick. Maybe he hadn’t washed well enough after practice and smelled a bit funky? He was about to suggest they try something else, about to call it off himself when she’d blurted out one of the biggest ego strokes she’s ever given him.

“How am I supposed to fit all of this in my mouth? Unhinge my jaw?”

Not that she’d never seen him before, but he supposed she’d never given much thought to sucking his dick until that moment. Her perturbation had put a rather abrupt halt to their making out, but Peeta sure as shit wasn’t gonna complain about it.

Her words had spawned an entirely new string of fantasies that had driven his frantic shower time masturbations for almost a week since it happened. Katniss getting him off with her mouth, without putting his cock in her mouth at all. Other than maybe just the tip.

Inside her house, Katniss calls out to make sure Prim’s already made it safely home on the bus, bringing him out of his memories and back to the present.

“I’m here!” Prim shouts back and Katniss double checks the notes in the kitchen so she knows when to get dinner started for her parents.

Peeta stands beside her and helps where he can. When they reach a point where Katniss can take a break, she takes his hand and leads him to her bedroom. Technically, her parents have a rule against Katniss having any boys in her room, especially when they’re not here. His palms sweat a little with nerves, that they might get caught, but this isn’t the first time they’ve broken the rules. And Prim’s already shown she won’t tattle on them.

He’s expecting her to sit on the bed and take her shoes off, but instead she locks the door and shoves Peeta back on the bed. A second time to get him to lay on his back.

“Foot massage?” he asks dumbly as she climbs on top of him, hovering over him on all fours. But then her mouth is on his and he gives up on talking. Resting his hands lightly on her hips, he follows her lead with the kisses. She’s being aggressive today and he shudders when she bites down on his bottom lip. Whimpers into her mouth when her hand slides down his body and starts palming him through his sweatpants.

“Katniss,” he whispers when she lifts her head and slides her hand back out of his pants. “Come here. I wanna taste you.”

He moves to push her hips up his body so she’s sitting on his face, but Katniss shakes her head. And then his throat constricts and dries out completely as she turns herself around, still on all fours, so her knees are on either side of his chest.

“Katniss what are you—?” He tries to ask as she shoves his sweat pants down his thighs. He obediently lifts his hips to help, hissing and gripping her thighs as she wraps one hand around his cock to pull him out of his shorts.

“I’m proving that asshole graffiti wrong,” she murmurs and Peeta’s eyes roll back in his head as her lips slide warm and wet over his tip. When he turns his head to moan into her pillow, his eyes land on her shoes, still on her feet. Her Sketchers. He’s staring at them a few minutes later when he warns her that he’s about to come. And he’s still staring at them when he resurfaces from the haze of his release, a slow smile spreading over his mouth.

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Do you have any new smut stories your working on I want to torture myself this year in NNN 😜

Uhhh....

I don't, at the moment. I gotta get my ass writing again, but I've kinda lost the bug a bit. It happens from time to time. I did have an idea for something last week after getting another ask, but it's a busy time of year and October is always wild in my family unit.

I'll see if I can get my shit together and pull together something spicy sometime soon :)

[muffinsin]

Well, Howdy! 🤠

::tips cowboy hat::

Hope you're right as rain and I gotta ask cowpoke,

::takes toothpick out of my mouth::

How you think those Dimitrescu gals sleeping arrangements with their misses be like?

I bet they have themselves wrapped around their beau like a rattlesnake strangle hold. Interested in your thoughts partner, but I gotta tumble with some cattle rustlers over yonder.

::jumps on a horse and rides into the sunset::

Yehaw translation:

Hey muffin, hope everything is going well on your end and I wanted to ask how do you think the Dimitrescus sister's sleeping arrangements with their s/o?

‐The Thirsty Anon

Howdy partner!🤠 What an interesting ask👀 I think I’ve mentioned sleeping arrangements and positions in past posts, here and there, so let’s make this one the official one🙌

Let’s get to it :)!

Masterlists

Bela

She doesn’t sleep a lot, really

That is especially so before meeting you, too

Drowning in her work, sleeping usually meant a 1 hour nap, maybe 3 hours max on a daily, in her office

And not on a sofa or bed, either

No, merely passed out in her chair, her cheek smudged against the papers on her desk

She didn’t particularly care about her lack of sleep, nor the way she slept

Her bed was mainly unoccupied during those times

With you, this changed

She sleeps more, or tries to, at the very least

She goes to sleep with you, cuddled up in her big bed

A queen-sized bed, really, with red or black sheets and satin covers and pillows

It lacks stuffed animals and only holds two pillows. The bare necessities, really

And still, when sleeping with you, Bela normally has her head on your chest anyway

Soothed by your heartbeat, this is her favorite sleeping position

Her body curled up a little, her hand in yours, the other holding onto her blanket. Her head rested on your chest

She loves hearing your heartbeat and the rise and fall of your chest calms her, she claims

You almost feel like she feels it even when she sleeps, for she always stirs when you purposefully hold your breath to stop such motions of your chest

There are absolutely bonus points for combing your fingers through her hair to help her fall asleep, too. She loves this and will purr have her flies buzz loudly long before slumbering and even keep this up as she is asleep

Should you ask her to spoon, she’ll agree, though likely be the bigger spoon

She likes sleeping with her arms around you

Thankfully, Bela is a quiet sleeper. No snoring, no moving. You won’t be awakened by the blanket snatched and snores in your ear

She’s a very light sleeper, though, waking up at every little sound

Often, she wakes up from small things, such as maidens dropping things, birds outside, the wind blowing harshly against the closed windows

She hates this, and is often quite frustrated when she is so terribly tired and keeps waking up

For this reason, another favorite sleeping position of hers, and an effective one at that, is with her head held in your hands

You cover her ears gently, hold her face close to your chest

It doesn’t ever block out all sounds, but your hands and loud heartbeat help her sleep through most nights

She’s immensely thankful for this

And, of course, there is a last sleeping position to explore, which the two of you usually find yourselves in during winter

You sleep with Bela tucked close to you, the majority of her in the form of her body, while some parts of her flies have broken off to sleep by your thighs

Bela claims she loves the warmth there

She’s wrapped in at least three thick blankets and sleeps in a warm clothing item of yours

Like this, you get to hold her and keep her warm and protected

She tends to get a little paranoid as it comes to sleeping in winter, both from genuine caution and awful experiences from her past

And still, your arms around her and your body radiating heat under the blankets has her feel as safe as one can be

Cassandra

She feels indifferent about sleeping.

Yes, she enjoys it, certainly. She loves the feeling, the concept of it. The mystery there is to sleeping and dreaming. She loves basking in the sun and sleeping on the windowsill as it hits her just right. She loves feeling sleep overtake her

But, she dislikes the time lost by doing so! She could have been hunting! She could have been playing! She could have found new weapons!

All in all though, Cassandra gets a good one hour nap throughout the day, two; tops, when the sunny spot in her Mother’s room is unoccupied

With you in the picture, she likes to pull you to bed with her for this, or rest her head on your lap and sleep when you’re busy

Her bed itself is large, and more like a nest, really

It holds many pillows, most that don’t even belong to her

For example, she has two black pillows set up in the bed; her own. Aside from those, she has three deep red ones stolen from her older sister. Then, you can always spot the pink and green pillows of Daniela’s bed sticking out. And lastly, you can always spot the large, white pillow stolen from Alcina’s room. Cassandra particularly enjoys sleeping on top of it and rolling around on it a little

Additional to that, it is full of blankets and clothing items stolen from you and her family

When attempting to remove them, she merely snarls a little at you and pretends she can simply get a replacement

Something you explore early on is that Cassandra dislikes sleeping anywhere but in certain spots picked out by her

Sleeping in new locations is difficult, so when asked to sleep in your room and share your bed, she refuses religiously

She likes to sleep in your clothing, though wouldn’t admit how safe and happy they make her feel

Cassandra, as much of a loner she can be, dislikes sleeping on her own when she could be sleeping with you instead

She likes to sleep on your lap or chest, curled up and grabbing your hand or thigh

At other times, she enjoys dragging you to bed with her. Then, a couple positions can be assumed

For one, Cassandra loves sleeping right on top of you

The warmth, the safety, your weight under her, your heartbeat and pulse loud enough for her to hear, safety in the knowledge you cannot leave or get up without catching her attention

She loves it! It calms her

Bonus points of course for holding her. She likes your hands best in her hair, her back, hips or ass

She will absolutely snarl and bite should you attempt to reach her thighs, though, so you avoid these at such times…they’re ticklish

When spooning, she prefers being the big spoon

She likes to feel you within her grasp

It also ensures her that you’re safe at night, which calms her greatly

She isn’t too fond of being the little spoon, but will gladly fall asleep holding onto your arm

With her head rested on it and her arms wrapped around it, her fingers holding onto it and her soft breath hitting your skin, she falls asleep easily

And lastly, two other positions she often finds herself waking up in, and you often have her sleep in

For one, on top of your lap, with her teeth grazing your neck still

No longer piercing, only scratching a little

Her lips soft against your skin, little whines escaping them as she awakens

Truly, after a long day, Cassandra is known to fall asleep drinking from your neck

And you can’t think of anything cuter

And last position is when she is curled up on you

Sleeping peacefully, her head on top of your stomach, her nose buried in your clothing

Her arm around you, the other around herself, her legs thrown over yours or tucked to her chest

At these times it almost seems as though she wants to take up the entirety of the bed. She only rolls her eyes when you point this out in the morning

Daniela

Daniela loves sleeping

She’s a little like a puppy in that aspect

She likes sleeping, little naps, dozing off, all of it. Though sometimes she is frustrated when it takes away time she would’ve liked to spend otherwise

She doesn’t necessarily need herself a bed to sleep in, either

Instead, you often find her napping on couches, window sills, carpets, armchairs, and- one of her favorites, it seems- right on top of a stack of Alcina’s clothing

Her bed, though, is incredibly comfortable

The first time you see it, you nearly gasp in surprise at the vast amount of things on top of it

Pillows, some her own, others stolen from her family members, and many crafted dolls and stuffed animals set up against them

Thick, warm blankets, some fluffy, some satin, some in green, some in red, some in dark blue

As it comes to you, she also loves to sleep either on your lap, or in bed

On your lap, she often sleeps right after feeding from your neck

Then, she slumps down and cuddles up against your front, her fingers wrapped around your wrist or fingers, her lips brushing up against your neck or collarbone with every breath

She loves when you hold her to you like this, safe, secure, close enough to feel and sense you with every part of her being

When in bed, there are a couple sleeping positions she loves to find herself in

Spooning is one of her favorite cuddling and sleeping positions of all time

Unlike her sisters, Daniela loves being the little spoon, though

She loves your arms around her, your chest pressed up against her back

Sometimes, she’ll be spooned facing you, at other times she’ll be turned away and hold onto your hand and a stuffed animal as she sleeps peacefully

At other times, Daniela falls asleep on her side, her head rested on your chest, her leg thrown over you

Sometimes, you hear light snores, at other times only soft breaths as she sleeps

Her favorites times are the ones when the two of you cuddle up and read together before falling asleep

And lastly, Daniela enjoys the times you fall asleep after being intimate

Tangled into one another’s arms, lips close to one another

Your warmth shared underneath the blankets

Your exhaustion quick to have you fall asleep

Happy, in one another’s embrace

[onmyyan]

THIRSTY THURSDAY YESSSSSSS

okay but like… how would the delmonts react if their darling wakes them up by giving them head? i think they would go feral but idk

No ur absolutely right!!! Feral is the perfect way to describe it, but be warned, if you do this there is a chance you two aren't leaving the bed for a few hours.

He hissed bucking into your drooling lips, your tongue working over his twitching cock with a happy hum once you noticed his open eyes staring down at you with that familiar, heavy look, this only seemed to encourage your pace, your suckling getting more intense, his hips find a steady rhythm before his brain can fully catch up to the situation, but when it does, a wicked grin stretches across his lips, he can't help the grunt that leaves the back of his throat, a breathless laugh tumbles past his open mouth as he gently grabs the back of your head, eagerly bobbing your head along to his thrusts, "O-Oh fuck babygirl-" he whines through gritted teeth as you swallow around him, "You sure do know how to wake a man up huh?" He says voice thick with sleep, his eyes hazy, as he chases his high. You swallow around him again, your hand coming up to cradle his heavy sack, your eyes locked into his as he rocks even harder into you, his groans turn to growls as he gets closer and closer, "That's it- nasty girl, take this fuckin' dick you just couldn't wait for." He taunts, you dig your nails into his thighs relaxing your muscles as he fucks your throat, he cums with a slew of curses leaving his mouth, the sight of you between his thighs, staring up at him with that coy smile all while sucking the soul from him, it made his hips stutter against your face, a broken cry of your name leaves his lips, his eyes roll back as he rides his high, you swallow every drop, proudly showing off your clean tongue, the sight makes him laugh, his dick jumping against his thigh, god the things you did to him.

GABE(HEAVY ON THIS ONE), Marcos, Ricky^^

His eyes flutter open, he'd been having the most wonderful dream where your perfect mouth was sucking the life from him- "Ngh- oh fuck." He whimpers feeling the sensations from his lewd dream in real life, you moaned around his head, sucking the tip with a smile, you pulled off to pump the large shaft, slick with his pre and your spit. "Mornin' baby!" You say far too sweetly for the whorish way you lick a flat stripe up from his balls to his leaking tip, sucking once more on the head as he bucked against you, a hand fisted in your sheets, threatening to tear the fabric, a porn worthy keen leaves his mouth as he throws his head back, eyes screwed shut as you played with him. "Ah! Ah! Good..good morning." He manages to say through his moans his breath heavy as he rocked into your throat, his chest shuddering as you swallow around him, "My sweet girl, so perfect for me, oh god-" he coo's cutting himself off with a whine as you suddenly speed up, he sits up staring at you with heart eyes as he gently grabs your head with both hands, "My sweet baby~" he says almost whispering before he begins to feverishly pump his hips into your warm tight throat, his moans get choppy as his hips speed up, drool and pre dripping out from where he fucked you, his touch is loving as he pets your hair, a stark contrast to the almost brutal pace of his hips, his moans reach a crescendo as he rockets over the edge, load after load hitting the back of your throat, he kisses you immediately after.

CAS (OMFG CAS), MANNY ^^

[anonymousmink]

Trick or Treat from a fellow Adarling (a very thirsty one… like srsly dehydrated… 🥵)

Adar made a batch of toffee apples for Halloween but it seems like his kids have eaten them all - you don’t mind sharing do you?

Reblogs are loved but please don’t repost! ❤️

[thisismeracing]

You’re waiting for mick in his drivers room for when he is taking a break from testing and as soon as he’s sitting on the couch you’re straddling him with one hand’s fingers going through his hair and the other stroking his chest over the fireproofs. He asks what’s gotten into you but all you can answer is “you” in between moans. You end up riding him on the couch and he’s looking flushed when he returns for some more laps

I HAD TO!!! ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾 IM SORRY KDSJGKDSJGKJ

+18 - SMUT UNDER THE CUT! MINORS DNI!!!!!!

"Yn, Schatzi, wait-" Mick tries to say but he is cut off by your lips smashed into his in a heated kiss. His hands instinctively find their way to your waist and he brings your body closer to his crotch. You moan and whimper and he swallows it faster than a lighting. "Oh fuck- Yn... the door, the door is unlocked."

While he's tempted to try and lock it before going back to his ministrations, Mick is putty in your hands and you know it. You also know how dirty he can be when he's in the mood for it, which by his hardening cock between your legs you can tell he is. "What? You're afraid someone's gonna barge in and watch, huh?" you kiss your way to his neck scratching his fireproof. "You're afraid of them discovering Mick Schumacher is a dirty boy? That he fucks his girlfriend in between meetings?"

And that was all it took for him to push your panties to the side and finger you while fumbling with the zipper of his suit. When he frees his hard cock Mick doesn't tell you he's about to fuck you, he doesn't wait for you to adjust or to tap his shoulder, he slides in easily with all the wetness and you brace yourself on his large shoulders letting him rail you and taking everything like the bad girl you are, just like how he's whispering on your ears.

send me thots

[borathae]

okay but what sort of noises does aaol jk makes when oc is giving him a blowjob?

what kind of blowjobs does she likes to give? Sloppy? Really slow? Deep throating him? Really hard and fast? A hand and blow job together?

what kinda blowjobs does jk like? where does it like them? In the car? In the kitchen? On the bed with him laid out like a treat? Blindfolded? What’s his favourite? What makes his toes curl just thinking about it?

Does he hold her hair while he gets it? Does he play with her tits whilst? Are his hands forcing her head deeper?

Im going crazy. Every scenario in my head is dirtier than the previous one so I came to my queen with my questions.

Uhmm anonie?? what was the reason?? why would you ask me something like that? ME aka the biggest oral fixation slut ever, like sometimes when I drive i think about oral sex with certain people HAHAH it's bad i love oral sex so much. i'm literally not strong enough for this omfg 😩 fuckckk this is so hot idk what to do fuckkckc

Okay but what sort of noises does aaol jk makes when oc is giving him a blowjob?

fuckckc he is so noisy. so fucking noisy. obviously it depends on the location, but let's say the blowjob happens somewhere private then he'll be so noisyyyy

He'll sigh and gasp when she's being gentle with his tip, like during those kitten licks and little kisses he'll sigh and gasp all breathily. I can also see him sighing when she worships his balls.

When she takes him inside and sucks on him slowly, he'll let out audible gasps and small whimpers, but it's still gonna be really quiet and sweet.

When she takes him in deeper or speeds up or uses her hands as well? oh BOY he won't be able to control himself anymore and he'll moan and keen like the goodest boy ever. I can also see him whispering (and moaning) stuff like "mommy" and "you feel so good, oh god, so good" and "please don't stop, please please" as well as repeated "thank you, thank you so much mommy"s UFKCKC

When he gets close to climaxing, his voice will get higher and his moans breathier. right before orgasm, he goes quiet because he needs to hold his breath. when he falls over the edge, he'll release his breath in a loud moan, following it up with squeaky mewls and gasps.

Bonus: if she blows him somewhere public, where he needs to be quiet, he likes to muffle himself with his own hand because he knows how noisy he can get JFAJDF

What kind of blowjobs does she likes to give? Sloppy? Really slow? Deep throating him? Really hard and fast? A hand and blow job together?

What if I tell you that she loves all of this? What then? No but seriously, she doesn't have a preference. I honestly think that her blowjobs are a series of all of this happening. She loves to build them, work him really up with it. She'll start off slow and gentle by worshipping his body close to his cock (thighs, tummy etc), then move on by kissing and licking his balls and shaft before moving to his tip and licking it slowly. She'll suck on his tip for a while where she'll slowly work her way down his cock until he sits deep inside her and she can speed up to sloppy, hard levels. Her hands are gonna be busy throughout the entire blowjob, going from soft touches to harsh jerking motions feat. skilled ball fondling. So it's definitely all of the above in the perfect order to really ruin him (and she does. she ruins him trust me)

Bonus: omfg sometimes she'll get his tip wet and then blow on it for a little temperature play and he'll be so whiny. in general temperature play with something cold & hot changing her mouth temperature is a very special thing to her <3 she loves doing it to him

What kinda blowjobs does jk like?

her blowjobs <3 that's it. that's the answer <3 he loves her blowjobs <3 everything about them, how she is so talented and attentive, how skilled she is, how she makes him feel with them, how she is so GOOD <3 (i'm barking at him rn)

where does it like them? In the car? In the kitchen? On the bed with him laid out like a treat? Blindfolded? What’s his favourite? What makes his toes curl just thinking about it?

Don't talk about his toes curling, i will have to actually jump at him 😩 bestie you're actually doing it to me, i might need to take a walk afterwards 😩 also the blindfolded blowie? bestie please stop, this is actually too much WHAT THE FUCKCKCKCKK now i need him blindfolded and sensitive fuckckc

As for location preference, I think his absolute fave is somewhere private because he can be noisy then. If they're private, where it happens doesn't matter to him though. Blowjobs somewhere out of the bedroom or playroom are definitely really exciting to him because they feel so "forbidden". He'll get really giggly when she blows him in, let's say, the kitchen or on the balcony or on deck of his yacht. These kinda locations really make his tummy flutter. Sometimes she also blows him pressed against the windows which really make his knees buckle because of being so so exposed (it's so sexy to him).

Locations like his car or his office make his heart race like CRAZY because of the aspect of "getting caught". He'll be tense and would try so hard not to lose himself to it, so he'll be really squirmy and restless which makes her pin him down which is honestly not helpful because strong wifey = total ruin to him JFAJDJF

When he can lie down or rest somewhere really comfortable, he'll be so weak and all "jello". I can also see him rolling his head from side to side and arch his back all the time. Also lots of sheet grabbing and toes curling.

I'm actually going insane like this is so hot to me. holy fuck.

Bonus: blowjobs somewhere with water aka the shower or the bathtub or the pool. THIS IS LITERALLY GOING TO RUIN HIM. There is something about being somewhere wet and having her mouth around him which will ruin him completely. I think those are the kinda locations where he can't hold back for long JFJADSJ

Does he hold her hair while he gets it? Does he play with her tits whilst? Are his hands forcing her head deeper?

He definitely holds her hair and plays with it. He doesn't push her head down deeper, at least not on purpose. Sometimes he gets too excited and his hand acts on its own, which makes her stop and pin them down with a warning "behave" which honestly ruins Kookie because strong wifey = total ruin JFAJDFJ

Also him playing with her tits is now burned into my mind UFKCKCK I can also see him playing with her pussy when she's in the right position. that's when he'll keep his eyes open (all droopy and halfway) as his long fingers run through her folds. he'll keep chanting how pretty she is and that it makes him feel so good and that he's so lucky and that's he's hers AND- fjajdfja I'm losing my mind this is actually the hottest message I have ever received and I will be thinking about blowing Kook for the rest of my day thank you JFAJSDF

[butmakeitgayblog]

How will Clarke learn that Medi finds her (body) extremely attractive?

Well this story is only told through Lexa's POV so from her perspective, she does not know when Clarke figured out just how attracted to her she was. I mean eventually Lexa herself pushes through her own charade of grumpiness and becomes much more sweet and affectionate, but that is after a rather... upsetting split between them shall we say. So in her mind, Clarke wasn't entirely aware of her attraction and affection until she made it blatantly obvious, because, ya know, she's just so good at hiding her thirst and burying her feelings (you can read that as sarcasm)

But in reality, Clarke figured it out the night they sit beside the fire and get drunk together. This moment in particular (sneak peek)

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The frayed ends of her shift grow hazy in the flicker and dance of fire light. She traces her fingers along its edging made silken and tattered with time. She considers her words a moment, but only a moment, before they bubble up and out of her mouth in a slurred offering. 

"Would you like to touch my face?"

Clarke half chokes on a sip of wine. "Excuse me?"

"My face." Lexa scooches along the circle to close the distance. "So that you will know my face."

The orange and blue cast of light across Clarke's face makes her answering smile look like something holy; as though their humble feast of laughter and fermented wine were a part of some complex ritual to honor the gods. 

"That's not actually how that works," Clarke says in a good natured chuckle.

The revelation makes Lexa frown. "I thought that was how those without sight familiarized themselves with others."

That god-like smile slopes all the more lazily as Clarke hands the bottle back. "A silly myth. I doubt I'd know one face from any other by feel. Kiss, perhaps, but just feeling, I suppose not."

Lexa feels her cheeks flush. "... Oh."

"I'm not entirely sure where that idea started,” Clarke muses, before letting out a wine-sharpened snort. "Probably some blind person wanting to cop a feel all over people."

The snap of the fire feels deafening in Lexa's humiliation because of course it had been a ridiculous thought and of course she'd just had to say it. 

"I could still try though."

Lexa's head snaps around at the tiny offering. "What?"

"I could still try." 

"You said it was stupid."

"Not in so many words. But even still, so what?"

"So then… let's not?"

"No, no." Clarke shrugs and tosses the braided crown of grass into the fire. She carefully shifts herself to face Lexa and brushes her hands clean. "Come here."

Lexa catches the searching hand from the air and drags it back down. "No. Stop."

"Why? It was your idea."

"That was before you said it'd be foolish." 

"So then be foolish with me."

The universe is surely too big in that moment with how tiny Lexa's heart feels knocking against her chest. 

Clarke's hand comes up from her lap and Lexa takes it without thought. She feels the calloused patches that litter the palm leans and presses the soft pads of her fingers the apple of her cheek. 

"You're warm," Clarke says with a thoughtful hum. As though a note of surprise colors her words. But she only presses in with more assuredness. Cups her hand to the raging blush of Lexa's cheek more fully. 

The touch sends Lexa's stomach into a funny sort of flop as she swallows down the sudden urge to defend such a normal thing as her body temperature, right along with the urge to yank back. Because those fingers caress up to her temple and that thumb sweep gently along to the curve of her brow. Fingers tickle along the swell of her cheekbone and tap lightly at the fold of her nose. She watches with baited breath as Clarke seems to swallow against some unknown emotion herself as she traces the bridge of Lexa's nose down to the cupid bow of her mouth.

Lexa can't help the way her jaw goes slack, mouth opening enough just enough to suck in some much needed air as Clarke's touch stutters and stalls over the chapped fullness of her lips and lingers there. 

Oceans were forged and mountain ranges dug up by the gods with less effort than it takes for Lexa to ignore the urge to plump her lips against the pads of Clarke's fingers. Her heartbeat is so loud in her ears it blots out the entire world around them, drowning out the tranquil rush of waves and the fire beside them and smothering the far off hoot of an owl. All there is that moment is blue, made brighter in the cast of flame and starlight. It's all that Lexa can do to keep from shaking as she stares into eyes that can never see her back and still fall into them deeper. 

A second hand joins the exploration and, suddenly, Lexa is surrounded so entirely by Clarke it's overwhelming. 

And yet she can't make herself move. 

Instead Lexa holds so still her spine feels it might snap from the wiry tension as fingers regroup their forces at the tip of her chin, dividing and conquering the sloped cliffs of her face to then trace the ridge that line her jaw. 

Clarke's eyes crinkle at the edges when her fingertips drift over the lobes of Lexa's ears as a smile blossoms across her lips and, oh, that's quite lovely too. 

"Tiny."

Lexa tries to speak and has to clear her throat when nothing comes out. "I'm sorry?" 

If Clarke notices the breathy strain of her voice, she doesn't comment.

"Your ears," she says with a lazy smirk instead, as her fingers trace the feature in question. "They're small."

"They're not."

"Compared to the rest of you I mean."

Fingertips loop back up to the top and brush along the crest. Lexa watches at the slant of her smile melts into something more calm. More delicately serious.

“Oh..." Clarke breathes as she drags her fingers over and over them again. "They're... They're warmer now too…”

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That moment right there. That was when Clarke realized little miss grumpy pants truly wasn't as disinterested as she'd tried very hard to seem. It reads as a nothing moment from Lexa's perspective, because in Lexa's mind it'll truly be a nothing moment beyond just mildly embarrassing. But know in your heart, Clarke had the game figured out from that moment on. She knew. And keep that thought in mind for the um... for the more challenging things that lay ahead. Ok? Ok, good 😀