#this is filthy sos

[gyllenhaalstuff]

Missed you -

Jake Gyllenhaal

• Summary: Jake comes home after a work trip and is there any better way to say “I missed you” than to have sex with each other?

• Warnings: Established relationship, smut, oral (f receiving), squint a little and jake is pussydrunk, piv sex, cumplay…, jake eats you out after he’s fucked you, it’s actually filthy.

• Word count: 1712

• Notes: My ancestors are disappointed in me. The picture at the top is how I imagined him. I have to rewatch Enemy…

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Being Jakes girlfriend wasn’t always easy. He was away a lot and sometimes you would spend days by yourself in your shared new york apartment. This time he had been shooting a movie in a city hours away. Of course you talked on the phone whenever he had the time, but it wasn’t the same as having him there with you.

He was supposed to be coming home in just a few hours. You made sure the place was squeaky clean before he arrived so he could rest guilt-free, he was a bit of a neat freak and when he was gone the place quickly turned into a landfill. You were folding the last blanket when he texted you that he was in the cab, you smiled at your screen. You stared at the door until you finally heard his keys rattling in the lock. You sprinted towards the door to greet him. And when he opened the door you lunged into his arms and he enveloped you in a big, long hug. You took a deep breath, savouring his scent. “Hi baby” he whispered and kissed your head. “Hi to you too” you said and kissed him.

You spent the night watching a movie, just enjoying being in each other’s present, cuddled up on the couch. “I’m so glad to be home” jake said before burying his face in your neck. “And I’m so tired.” You stroked his head, you knew he had everything he could ever want, money, fame and his dream job, but your heart still ached for him. Though you were ecstatic to have him back, you hated to see him so worn out. “That’s okay. I’ll take care of you” you whispered, wanting to validate his feelings. He looked up at you and smiled, his droopy eyes creased around the corners. “I just want to forget about work for a bit” he confessed while looking at you. He almost looked vulnerable. “Isn’t the movie enough to distract you?” You looked back at him and a light chuckle slipped your lips. You knew what he was getting at. “I could think of something more effective” he mumbled before kissing you. His hand came up to grab your cheek as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth for him and the kiss turned deeper. He hummed into your mouth as your fingers dug into his scalp. He swiftly stood up in front of you, without breaking the kiss. He was leaning down over you and when he broke the kiss he rested his forehead against yours. You were the first to speak. “I’ll do whatever you need to make you feel better.” You had missed him so much it didn’t matter what you did, just as long as you were together. He smiled and hummed. He slid down to his knees and rested his head on your leg. “I will” he mumbled as he looked up at you.

His fingers went to the hem of your sweatpants before pulling them down to your feet. He let out a low hum at the sight of your underwear. He grazed his fingers over the damp spot, a consequence of the makeout you just had. He slid in a finger beneath the fabric, and when he felt your wetness his mouth opened slightly in awe. He looked up at you and grinned before pulling down your panties. “You’re so pretty” he whispered and his gaze set on your cunt. It was as if he didn’t even mean for you to hear it, it just slipped past his lips. His fingers found your slit where they gathered some of your wetness before moving to rub at your clit, slow but firm. Your hips jerked as he swiped at you and whimpers began to leave your mouth. Jake looked up at you as you writhed on the couch, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as if it was him that was being touched.

While he continued with his slow, calculated circles on your clit, he began kissing his way up your inner thigh. Sometimes he would stop to nip at your skin before soothing the spot with his tongue. When he was nearing your cunt he removed his fingers and licked a painstakingly slow, long stripe from your slit all the way up to the abandoned bundle of nerves. When he finally wrapped his lips around your clit, he let out a muffled moan. Your hands quickly flew to his hair and tugged, as if you needed something to hold on to or else you’d melt into the pillows. His arms slithered around your thighs to hold you in place before placing his flattened tongue against you and dragging it up. He moved his head as his tongue rested on your clit, rubbing against it as he moved. His lips wrapped around you again, he flicked his tongue over your clit before sucking harshly.

By this point every move he made had a moan escaping your lips. His fingers crept up to your cunt and two entered you. He moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him. He looked up at you and he felt like he could cum right then and there. He removed his mouth from you to watch his fingers disappear in and out of you. Over and over. He was painfully hard and straining against his pants, his unoccupied hand moved to his crotch and he palmed himself through his clothes. As you legs began to shiver, a warning that you were nearing your climax. He removed his fingers from you, not wanting this to end too soon, and brought them to his mouth. Your breath hitched as you watched him push them past his lips and suck them dry. His eyes never leaving yours except for when they fluttered shut at the taste.

He stood up again and kissed you tenderly before plopping down next to you. He nodded to his lap and you caught on. “That’s right baby” he mumbled against your lips as you placed yourself on his lap. You closed the millimetre gap between your lips and kissed him as you pulled on his pants and underwear. You tugged them down just enough to free his leaking cock and ground against it, smearing it with your wetness and his saliva. Jake hissed as you lined him up against your slit. “I fucking missed you” he said before kissing you as you slid down on him. You both muffled a moan as he bottomed out and filled you up.

His large hands grabbed your hips as he helped you set a pace. His eyes flickered between your grimacing face and his cock disappearing in and out of you. His mouth was agape and his breathing was heavy, bothered. You bounced on him the best you could, relishing in those moments when you fell down on him extra hard and he couldn’t help but loudly moan. One of his hands left your hip and wrapped around your back while his other hand moved to your clit. He found it with ease and stared at you, not wanting to miss your face as you fell apart. “I’m close” you whimpered and your thighs shook around him. He leant forward to kiss you before mumbling at you to go ahead. To make a mess on him. You hummed in response, though it sounded more like a moan and just seconds later your thighs clamped around Jakes. He leant back and watched as you cried out and came around his cock. You leant into the crook of his neck and his hands found their way back to your hips. While you let your body recover, he fucked into you relentlessly. You felt the rhythm fall out as he was nearing his orgasm. He bit down on your shoulder, though it didn’t muffle his sounds, before cumming inside you.

You both caught your breaths as you were trying to come back to earth. After a minute you sat up and looked at him, smiled and said, “I forgot how good it felt. How good you felt”. Your words almost seemed to make him flustered. “I’m glad” he said in between breaths and tucked himself back into his pants.

When his heart rate was back to normal and after he took one deep, relaxed breath he grabbed your hips again and flipped you on your back. Your head was resting against the edge of the couch and you gave him a questioning look. “I’ve been thinking of doing this” he mumbled as his fingers caught some of his cum that was seeping out of you. He pushed it back in, unknowingly grinning at the sight. Before you could say anything he dipped down his head between your thighs. Your breath got caught in your throat as he licked your slit. “‘M gonna get you cleaned up” he whispered before delving his tongue into you. You moaned as he fucked his cum into you, and lapped it up as it threatened to spill. His eyes were closed as he lost himself in it, in you. He was vigorous, he was good. He was probably louder than you were, constantly groaning, humming or moaning against you, sending low vibrations through your body. You clenched around his tongue and the last of his cum oozed out of you onto his eager tongue. He licked it up, sat up, leaned over you and gave you an opened mouthed kiss. You moaned at the taste of your mixed juices on his tongue. It was filthy, your lips were wet with saliva and cum from the lack of the kisses’ coordination. It was all tongue and teeth and desperation.

When there was nothing left of you on his tongue he pulled back you took a deep, contented breath. “What was that?” You asked with a smile on your red-kissed lips. He smiled at you as he tried his hardest to not get caught up in pride. “Just something I’ve been meaning to do…” Jake answered as nonchalantly as he could, which wasn’t nonchalant at all. You raised your eyebrows, “and in return…?” You teased. He chuckled before placing kisses over your neck. “Whatever you want baby.”

[limerlove]

THEY CALL ME HOMEWRECKER

pairing. established!cait x reader ft. older!vi

content warning. eighteen+, some freaky toxic shit, caitlyn lowkey a bad girlfriend, reader a freak, and violet’s just there for a good time, ooc!vi mostly, strap!sex, threesome, jealousy, cheating, some good ‘ole drama, public!sex, slight voyeurism if you squint.

#thank u to my boo @sinstear for helping me facilitate this madness and giving me even more ideas for it. and for @shouyuus for always supporting my gay panicking. still crying about it. as always, eighteen+.

since the two of you were struggling financially, you’ve always stuck by caitlyn’s side. throughout all of her business endeavors, one finally stuck, the restaurant on avenue street, and god is it ever so booming. weeks of hectic hours turn into months of hardly seeing her due to her schedule always being on the flipside of hers.

all of it was so excruciating.

over the past few months, the cracks of your relationship fall over like a tsunami waves, crashing repeatedly into the shore. you try to talk about it with her — the two days out of the week when you actually see her — but she’s always too tired.

too this.

too that.

nothing you do is ever enough. it doesn’t matter if you set the mood just right, candles light with rose petals on the bed, buying a new lingerie set to attempt to peak your girlfriend’s interest.

“baby, it’s been months since we’ve had sex? do you just not want me anymore? caitlyn reassure you she does but makes no move to give you the relief you’re so desperately seeking. deadly kisses turn stale in your mouth, the bitterness of her stagnant need tastes like the dark chocolate on your tongue.

“just—“ caitlyn grunts as she gently shoves you off as her back turn away from you “not tonight.”

you’re so close to cry, to calling this relationship for what is, a colossal failure. deciding to cool down before offering her the proposition, the one you’ve been thinking about for a while now. no matter what you do, you love cait too much to call it quits. you have to fight for who you love, no matter the cost. this is the only choice you can make…right?

droplets kiss your skin, an oversized shirt hits your thighs as your feet pad away from the cool tile, the dampness of your hair touches the cotton as she looks at you, exhaustion written all over her gorgeous face.

“what if we opened this up? let someone…in.”

shyly, you mumble. and you expect some lewd response, anger, a finality to the end but you’re met with relief. “i think that’s a great idea, love.”

but caitlyn would live to regret those words. “just one night with someone else.”

the both of you agree.

all of it happened organically, that’s what you were her for. caitlyn was close and made sure not to hover. the stipulation being the two of you had to be attracted to whoever came home with the two of you. it’s when you spot her, checking you out from the other side of the bar.

“hi, cupcake.” her voice is sultry but her rasp velvet smooth.

“o-oh, u-um, hi—” you readjust shirt, the swell of your breasts threatening to spill from the tight top you’re wearing. she’s the hottest woman you’ve ever seen. soft lines on her face to resemble her age, but fuck, she’s so pretty.

powder-blue eyes resembling the sky as she checks you out from head to toe, unable to keep her eyes off of you. she can’t stop looking at you as you squirm underneath her blunt gaze.

“who’s the blue haired woman behind you? girlfriend? she looks like she wants to kill me for getting so close to you.” with a fierce sense of confidence running through her veins, she plays with the pretty silver chain hanging from your neck.

“she is my girlfriend but we have an understanding.” the nerves from your initial impression of her dissipate, as you step closer to her. “we’re on the hunt for someone to fuck our brains out, especially mine it’s been a little too long.”

"how long?"

the curoisty slips out before she can help herself, eyes falling back on your tits again again as you cross your arms over your chest, tongue running over your lips as the tattoo peeking out from her the underside of her neck.

“long enough.”

but caitlyn interjects, slithering her way as she immediately starts caressing the mystery woman’s forearm. it’s difficult to pretend there isn’t a sting in your chest when she so easily touches someone else without a second thought.

it isn’t fair, that’s all you’ve wanted, an ounce of her affection but it seems it just takes a certain kind of woman to get her going. on that doesn’t love her the way you do, one that’s hotter, sexier, and definitely has more experience than you.

caitlyn is all over her, all night. vi, as you’ve come to learn, is much older than you and cait, more successful than you could ever dream of, and she damn sure knows how to sweet talk. you can’t help but feel a little left out as you sip on your martini, courtesy of vi.

excusing yourself to freshen up, not that you believe either of them would notice, you wash your hands, splash some water on your cold face to calm yourself. it’s crystal clear, she always wanted to have sex, just never with you.

there she stands, proud and tall, with hope in her eyes like she’s found the missing piece of her puzzle. “so, she’s perfect, right? i mean we really hit it off. the both of us, right?”

you nod, “yeah, sounds perfect, cait.” but she’s too fucking horny too nice the clip to her name or the bitterness in your tone. she’ll have her fill and you’ll be stuck on the sidelines, again. she’ll do anything but acknowledge this relationship for the farce it is.

you should have known, all the signs right in front of you to see, and now it all it took a pink-haired goddess to show you the light. she’ll get her pussy wet for anyone who isn’t you.

“great! i’ll tell her. i’m so glad we decided to do this, love.”

love.

the irony of her burning affection nearly causes you to throw up.

still, you’re incessantly scrubbing at your hands, the skin feels raw, the top of your fingers wrinkling like prunes. the last thing you want to do is meet them out there. the gorgeously, very-fuckable stranger who your girlfriend can’t get enough of. you should have just done the right thing, put the relationship to bed along with the rest of your dignity. now you’d have to watch who you thought was the love of your life, get off right in front of you.

then she’s here. vi. with her beautiful face, her cologne that smells of vanilla and mahogany, her perfectly fit body, making you feel more insecure than you’ve ever been.

“you alright, princess? if you have second thoughts just say the word…”

“nope.”

with a violent urgency, you keep scrubbing the soap into your absolutely clean hands, bending over the counter slightly to rinse them when you feel her behind you, gripping at your hips. she reaches over to shut the water off, handing you a few paper towels to dry your hands.

what the fuck is she playing at? why isn’t she sucking caitlyn’s face off?

“i have something else in mind—” vi leans over as her hot breath kisses your ear, “and it has to do with this pretty, little skirt on the floor.”

“oh, vi, we should really go and meet caitlyn, she—” but you can’t talk, not when she starts stroking the silky skin of your thigh, pushing the hem of your skirt up just a hair.

“you sure about that?” vi crawls her playful hand underneath the hem, playing with the panties covering your cunt, teasing your slit through the delicate lace. “i had my eyes set on something i want to try first.”

“o-oh…kay, well, it’s really not the best idea. please, can we—"

“so you really want to princess? something tells me, you’re dying to have this pussy eaten, fucked….stretched. i have a perfect hot pink cock for you to get fucked with, a mouth to please you, and a good set of fingers for you to bounce on.”

before you realize what’s she’s doing, her heavenly hands dip inside your panties, splitting your folds like the red sea; as god intended. she groans in your ear when she not only feels, but hears how soaked you’ve become, hot breath setting your body aflame.

“how does that sound, princess? want me to take care of you?” you grind against her pelvis, back arching into her as she slips a lone finger inside you. you moan so high, it nearly sounds like a scream.

“mmm, shit, ahhh, that’s—”

becoming very aware of the public setting, anyone could walk in the door at any given moment, you try to refute but you’re struggling to find the words, as she curls her finger inside you, establishing a steady pace.

“what? don’t think of caitlyn now. she certainly didn’t care before, did she? let me guess…she left you and your vibrator to your own device, pressing on that pretty clit of yours, hoping she’d jump in but she couldn’t.

“she couldn’t do what needs to be done��” vi bites and sucks at your neck, you crane your body towards her in submission, giving the older woman all the access she needs to tear you apart. “but i can give you whatever you fucking want, princess.”

it doesn’t take anything else before you’re attacking the older woman with your lips, her tongue invades your mouth as she surges for dominance, gripping your plump cheeks through the small amount of fabric covering them.

immediately intertwining your finger through her hair as you tug on her roots, as your skirt rides up against almost rising completely as vi pushes you through the first open stall she sees. not giving one flying fuck who hears her.

“needed you first, you know that? couldn’t help myself as soon as i saw you. god, just you wait until tonight.”

you shake your head as she pushes the your skirt to your hip bones, ripping your panties off with one single rip!

“tonight?”

“yes, pretty girl, tonight. m’gonna make her watch while i fuck you on my cock.”

pressing her knee with force in-between your legs, an animalistic moan tumbles out before you could even stop yourself.

“c’mon, ride my thigh, sweet girl. that’s what you want, hm?”

vi’s strength centers you in like gravity, allowing you to slide further up her trousers, your folds fluttering against the friction, allowing the crease of her perfectly-ironed slacks to push against your soaking pussy.

“god, fuck her for not wanting to fuck you. i’ll fuck you all night if you let me.” vi grunts as she watches your body writhe, tits bouncing as chase your high.

“fuuuckkkkk,” you hiccup, so close as she pushes a thumb in your mouth, effectively shutting your mouth for a moment as you suck on the digit. swirling your tongue around her finger, pretending she’s fucking you with a strap instead.

“such a good girl for me.” pulling off with a delectable pop, she presses against your clit, blissful patterns being traced on your bundle of nerves and just with a few strokes you’re done for. falling fast and hard.

“vi, vi, oh fuck, baby, viiii—” a drawl of her name as she abuses the bundle of nerves, the ache for her full attention and freely does vi give it.

you fall into her chest, whimpering as her incessant need to play with your clit does nothing to help you calm down — all she does is rile you up.

fuck, caitlyn.

not a day in your life had you thought of being interested in someone so much older than you, but god you’d never come apart like that. not so quickly and not ever quite as hard. she knew what you liked without uttering a word.

the swipe of her thumb felt like a stroke of god, as if she was one, giving into your mundane pleasure, helping you close in on what seemed like an impossible finish.

this wasn’t part of the deal. shit, you’re so fucked.

“turn around.” you obey.

a pathetic servant willing to get it’s pay.

she slaps your ass once more, a whimper tumbles and vi eats up every second of it.

“how bad do you want my cock, baby?”

“so bad, please.”

“good. you’ll show me…in front of her.”

—

“just like that princess, fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty.”

violet’s hands steady your hips as you ride cait’s cock, the strap stretching you out to the heavens, vi guides you in perfect rhythm. you know you should feel bad, but you can’t stop staring at vi, her perfect eyes gleaming as you moan out her name.

not cait, vi.

“love—” caitlyn’s voice is drown outed when vi is looking at you the way she’s does, the way you’ve been begging your girlfriend too but she only does when there’s someone else giving you what you’ve been desperately craving.

“how does it feel, cupcake?” vi whispers in your ear, “does it feel good when you fuck yourself on her cock?”

without warning, vi slaps your ass as you jolt forward, the silicone cock slipping deeper within you, kissing your cervix as vi keeps her hand on your lower back, guiding your movements.

“f-feels really good, vi.”

vi kisses down your neck, biting at the skin before she presses her scarred lip against your ear.

“i know it does, princess. been wanting this for months, huh? don’t worry about a thing. i’ll take care of you.”

vi smirks as she sees caitlyn stirring with fury, bold pair of blues ignite under the fire of someone else seeing what is so rightfully hers. she hates this, knowing someone else is talking you through it, touching your skin, soft lips kissing the ample skin of your neck.

truthfully, she’s never been a jealous person. as the rises at the break of dawn and sets in the cool evening, caitlyn truly believed she’s the one for you — no one else could dare compete.

it’s caitlyn and you.

but suddenly it doesn’t feel like the two of you against the world.

it’s vi and you, the anxiety bubbling in her stomach feels catastrophic, so she fucks into you, making you squirm with need. but still, you’re so entangled in vi, you don’t even notice her.

the night hadn’t started the way caitlyn planned — or wanted — but she lapped at your cunt as vi instructed her to do so. she’d been vying for an ounce of her attention. truthfully, she’d settle for either one of you, but the two seem to enthralled with one another to even notice her existence.

but fuck, you’re her girlfriend. only hers.

but when you’re close, you ask vi for permission to come. it’s vi’s whose name you scream out when you start falling apart on caitlyn’s cock. it’s vi rubbing your clit, whispering sweet nothing in your ear as you see stars, it’s vi who pulls you into her lap as you cling onto her for dear life, as if caitlyn’s touch feels poisonous.

nothing makes sense.

when caitlyn thinks for a moment, she’ll get an ounce of attention, vi handcuffs her to the chair across the bed.

“what are you doing?” dark blue eyebrows furrow as her, eye squinting harshly.

“you’ll get your turn, be patient.” vi scolds, but she has no intention on following through on her promise. this is to make a mockery her, to show her exactly what’s she been missing.

in the full nude, she walks over to the night stand, grabbing the harness, and makes sure everything is just right for you — the hot pink dildo protrudes, just as she promised. the pink bush she’s sporting matches deliciously as her happy trail follows up her lower abdomen.

caitlyn wants to curse at the wind when you immediately fall in obedience, commands fly off vi’s tongue and you adhere to her wishes. the first has your mouth wrapping around her pink cock, she gently thrusts, lubricating the plastic with your tongue. your hands twisting vi’s pierced nipples, playing with the silver barbell, taking pride and joy when her breath hitches.

“lay on your back for me, yeah?” vi doesn’t waste another beat.

with reckless intent, she slides in, every inch of her saturated in your warmth. you waste no time, fingers woven through her hair like a thread through embroidery. her pink hair becomes nothing more than a leash for you tug on, each powerful thrust to much, too soon — but you also are too terrified to let go.

"take it, princess. just like that—" violet pushes deep, clinging to her broad back, scratches made in tandem when she delivers a brutal pace. "tell her how much you love my cock."

there she sits, jaw slack, mouth open so wide she could catch flies.

vi can't tell if you she's crying and part of her almost feels bed until desperate pleas of her name fall from sanctioned lips. violet smirks as she looks back at caitlyn, waiting for the inevitable moment of her crumble.

there's only so much one girl could take and violet knew she had to be hitting her limit. soft please of, babygirl, falls on ears that only hears vi's instruction. deviously, violet smirks as she watches caitlyn realizes exactly what as going on.

but it's too late.

you're already far out her grip as your grip onto violet for dear life as you come apart on her cock, moaning louder than caitlyn's ever heard.

you're never loud, even when the two of you did have sex, it's always been quiet.

sweet. soft.

nothing about this is tender as your squirt all over her bed sheet, effectively sending violet over the edge from watching you come, fucking you harder as you moan into her neck, sharp teeth sinking into her collarbones.

to sink the final dagger in her heart, you initate violet's lips locking in yours, a smashing of desire reaches it's fateful end. caitlyn watches as you lose yourself in someone else, someone older, wiser — her stomach churns as she desperately tries to break free of the restraints.

she's been made a fool of, a mere mockery just for wanting to try something you suggested. but the jealousy falls around her, she's not strong enough to watch you enjoy getting your brains fucked by someone who has everything.

for the first time in her life, she feels you slipping through her fingers.

"would you stop touching her? this is over. we're done with you, vi. she's my girlfriend, get off her." bitterly, caitlyn sneers.

"oh, she does?"

with a roll of her strong hips, vi thrusts deep into your pussy, you clench around her, arching your back as you cry out for your lover's touch.

"well, i hate to be the barrier of bad news, but she's not done which means neither am i. so, enjoy the show, cait. you sure have paid a pretty penny for it."

[fluffyartbl0g]

Yes, they are all housemates or roommates (except for Vivi who's discord calling in another country RIP)

Part 2

[pidgydraws]

💋 first aid 💋

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[paperbackribs]

[skyrigel]

Just thinking about giving Simon handjob

He's sitting with his muscular legs spread wide open while you're sitting in between his thighs, holding his girth through your palm but unable to take the whole of it. Clumsy fingers spreading out, up and down pulling the foreskin, licking the under sight from the base where your palm can't stretch all of, keeping him warmed up.

Simon's tip is flushed red, leaking precum which you gather and pump him more with your fist.

Soft moans and hiss escape his mouth, coaxing sweetly to you, “Jus' there lovie, ye-ss like that love.” His deft fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you occasionally for a kiss because he can't stop whining with your touch, splattering, “fuckfuckfuck,” and “That's my good girl, my pretty dove.”

He goes crazy when you squeeze his balls, holding his shaft with both hands, your thumb massaging the tip while other palm glided around his length, working him up. Eyes hooked on him, seeing him leaned back with trembling mouth of damned words which poured out of him. Down from the base and back, just as he liked, biting your lips and dazed at the sight of him so flushed.

It's the image alone of you, two fingers shining with his slick that you bring up and taste — salty and sweet, everything that was him, that his cumes on the spot, shooting ropes of hot cum over your face and nipples he'd been twisting all along, your neck and hair and palm covered with his seed.

“That was so amazing, love,” He cooed at you, marveling at the sight, his thumb reaching out to smear the cum on the corner of your mouth to back on your glistening lips.

All marked up by him.

You smiled slyly, “Couldn't have tell baby.”

Masterlist

[heartsoremania]

Johnny is a greedy kisser

He’s like an untrained dog, humping your thigh while he slobbers and licks into your mouth. He’s so gross about it too, groaning and grunting into it, pinning you in place with those big paws of his.

He’s grabbing at your waist, fingers digging into your skin until you’re squirming under the pressure of it, that feverish intensity.

And he’ll whine and complain when you try to pull away for air. Like a needy puppy that’s too damn big for his own good.

He’ll let you take one breath, staring at you with those half-lidded eyes, glazed over in delirious voracity, and then he’s back on you. Biting at your bottom lip, cock throbbing when you whimper in protest—he likes when you put up a bit of a fight, likes cradling the back of your skull as if you’re not pushing at his stupidly burly chest and arms.

And he does it while he’s splitting you open on his cock too. He’s breathing into your mouth, drooling all over your lips, and sucking on your tongue as if he’s trying to suffocate you :( he loooooves making a mess of you

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Logan with a size kink. No yeah, that’s it. I mean fuck, man is 6’3 (movie anyway), you don’t think he’d go feral at your size difference? At how his cock splits you open? Or at the fact that he can feel himself when he feels on your tummy? That would drive him mad. Oh to see the outline of his thick cock appear and disappear in your stomach, he fucking gawks at it. And he knows it’s just so big, but you take it anyway, right? “I know sugar, I know, but it feels good, doesn’t?” He tells you when you whine everytime his cock first sinks into you. He makes sure you tell you how much of a good fucking girl you are for taking all of him. And don’t get me started on how he cages you in with his body. How easily he can toss you on the bed, manhandle you into whatever position he wants to take you in, never mind his enhanced strength, his size alone would give him a huge advantage. His massive arms on either side of your head and he thrusts in out of your tight cumt, his nose brushing yours. Or his arms around your neck as he puts you in a headlock as he takes you from behind…. You’d have nowhere to go because he’s all over you. But also like, the cuddling?? He’s just a big soft teddy bear really, nice and warm, you could sleep comfortably on his chest, or on top of him completely. Logan has a size kink indeed.

[ozuzo]

Happy 413 to the webcomic that changed everything! 💖

[eruscreaminginthedistance]

RIP to all the gamers pressed about bi Henry/Hans I'm currently living through a fucking rivals to lovers period romance over here

[planetarydyke]

in the mood to be guided by a pretty girl wherever she wants me on her. i want my hands moved to where you want it, my hair tugged on if you want more....UGHHSHFKPH

[tojisun]

this is filthy but i cant stop thinking about konig wanting to use your pussy for cockwarming; just picks you up and drops you on his lap, spearing his cock in your heat slowly, pressing his moans on your temple, before groaning in pleasure when he finally pushes you all the way down; buries his cock so deep in you, the thick head of it kissing a spot that only he can reach, and slurs praises in broken german when you babble in pleasure. cant stop thinking about ghost preferring your throat for cockwarming; pushing your hair away from your face before telling you to get down on your knees, purring how pretty you look blinking your teary eyes up him, before telling you to open your mouth for him; tells you you’re such a good girl as he rocks his cock along your tongue before sinking into your throat, moaning at the heat and stretch and at the continuous spasming of your constricting throat, getting drunk at your muffled choking sounds. cant stop thinking about soap falling asleep with his fingers buried in your cunt; he pulled you towards him underneath the sheets, your back pressed on his chest, his arm slung over your waist, before his greedy hand slides down to your pyjama shorts, slipping inside, tugging at your panties to rub his thick fingers along your slit and then thrusting them in your pussy; he doesn’t rock them, doesn’t pump them, they’re just there, plugging you and making you leak.

hhhhhhhh sorry for the filth but i need em all ughhgh

[lavellaned]

A prime example of veilguard adding insult to injury is being told that the entirety of southern thedas is dead and gone and then later having to sit through a cutscene where two companions plan a camping trip to the hinterlands. In southern thedas. The place that has, off screen, been scorched off the face of the planet. A camping trip.

[snowcoming]

'omg dick was trying to put tim into arkham' and 'omg dick put jason into arkham next to to the joker' like bbg the only one having a bad time in arkham was dick himself 💀😭

[chamomiletealeaf]

I humbly (desperately) beg you to keep writing fat pussy reader. Like actually. Ugh, We need more plushy reader representation 🛐 Your fic is absolutely divine

IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED ANON 😋 HERE'S SOME MORE MUAHAHA

They fucking love when you wear bikinis. You'd be in a hot tub and stand up to reach over and grab your drink from the side of the tub giving them the perfect view of your fat pussy covered by the tiny material of your bikini bottoms. The way it's so noticeable when you bend over in your little bikini is so fuckin' sexy to them they can't help but cup it in their hands to cop a feel of it. Even in cute little pajama shorts they can see your sweet plush pussy when you bend over. You best believe they're shoving their faces into it from behind licking at you through whatever you're wearing whether it be your panties, bikini bottoms, or little pajama shorts.

They love eating you out from behind the most because they get to not only bury their face in your pretty fat pussy, but also because they get to suffocate themselves in your thighs and ass cheeks. Never mind if they can breathe or not, they'll die the happiest man on the planet.

And if you have a piercing? They're done for. They didn't think such a perfect pussy could get even prettier. They'd play with it with their tongues or with their fingers while fucking you.

Would make it their life mission to get you to squirt. Seeing such a juicy pussy squelch and squirt around their cocks would make them cum inside you immediately.

Pussy slapping 100% They'd slap your fat pussy while fucking you with your knees to your ears to watch how your cute little clit twitches in response. And when they thigh fuck you? It's the best of both worlds because not only do they get to feel your thick thighs squeezing them, they feel your pussy rubbing against them trapping their cock between your pussy and thighs.

Please let them play with your pussy, they just love how fat and cute it is so much.