#tee thots

[hermitjunk]

working on stuff🙈

#i hav e no idea how many of the lyrics i want to do but im taking a break now #scarian #tee hee hee 😍🥰😳 #junk thots

[iron-sides]

OH NOOOOOO oh god shit fuck i have to make a female knight work in historically accurate late iron age/early medieval britan. oh god oh fuck. ig shes crossdressing?

#my thots #i would just make her a man but then a) gay people in early medieval britan and b) she appeared to me fully formed as a woman #unless shes a man with long hair no. no thats a slim woman #ok. ok shes a crossdresser. apparently. slay. #<- the issue is that i would love to write queer people unfortunately i grew up on very heteronormative ya fantasy esp when it took place #historically so either the queer ppl in this story are waiting to make sure im not homophobic or theyre all super closeted #likely the second tee bee queue aitch with ypu #ocworldposting #actually im going to do some googling and come back maybe its not a problem! who knows! joan of arc did it

[itwasthereaminuteago]

I have Fratt thots and I'm blaming you. Just know it. (affectionate)

This pleases me.

#tee hee #loveydovey boys #fratt thots #tell me more....

[yeenybeanies]

More g/t ghost soap please?👉👈🥺 I never knew this was something I would need but I need it

#i’ve got some other stuff i really do need/want to work on #(sorry to my patrons my hyperfixation has my by the throat skjfrkrjf) #but i can tell you that i will more than likely do more gee tee with these two #& possibly with others #i have some Thots about some of the las almas &kortac folks too #hyena asks #munching

[maisbored]

Hey Tumblr it’s been a minute🦖

#good omens #crowley #wuts up #no thots just tragic little gay things #tee hee I’m so funny

[scitopaz]

OH?

#WORK BOY I THOUGHT DIDNT LIKE ME ACTUALLY LIKES ME I THINK #we've been chatting and on discord call all day tee hee #ella's thots

[batslime]

I noticed you do a lot of DIY so did you make your harness? I love the pastel purple and all the detailing! 💜

Thank you! the only diy part of my ritual fit was the skirt actually, I got it at Goodwill then cut the slits, rehemmed it and added the chains. The harness is from Killstar! They have a lot of cool pieces in that lilac color, and many are also available in pink and black.

They can be a little pricey but they take Klarna and usually do a great Black Friday sale plus other good sales sprinkled throughout the year. They also have a rewards system and special sales for repeat customers so since first buying from them Black Friday last year… I’ve accumulated quite a bit lol

One warning, I’ve never had an issue with sizing or anything (though I’ve never bought pants from them), a few years ago the company changed hands so some people have had issues with sizing and quality since. Arm hole areas on dresses being too small, shirts being enormous, really tough to estimate your size if you’re not skinny, etc. I usually buy stuff like shoes, shirts, and accessories, maybe the odd piece of home decor, and have been happy but I would feel bad recommending them and not mentioning that.

#i got a bat print tee from them and loved it so much i bought another a few months later #bc i can get a little obsessive when it comes to washing laundry and i was wearing it almost every day 😭 so i didnt want the print to fade #ive a tually thot abt doing a video reviewing the fiest years worth of stuff from them #i started filming a reciew of my first haul but decided to see how its withstood time first #for me unboxing stuff has never yielded much of a surprise and it all looks as it does on the site so i found it sill to ‘review’ it #straight from the box

[bionic-penis]

Gasp. Adam 😳👀😒

#number two guy i never draw bc well. he fucking sucks #mimimimimimi ttw thots pleadinf #doodles #oc:Adam #oc:Lucifer #oc:Gadreel #id in alt text #uni:ttw #this is probably the last art for a hot moment bc im moving on wednesday n classes will start soon after #bee tee dubs manifest for me to get this office position please

[bratphilia]

grasp (w. afton x reader)

request: "I don’t really have a coherent story (just some thots) but i’d kill for some sort of smuttyyy ficlet that has the reader who is very short as in 4 foot 10 and has petite features (just like me 😵‍💫) being picked up and slung over Matthew Lillard!William Afton’s shoulder 🥴🥴 Include reader being scared and trying to wriggle free??? (due to her seeing or knowing something she shouldn’t have about Raglan) and some name-calling like ‘little one’, ‘good girl’ & ‘atta girl’ 🤤 - 🧸"

note: hi nonniebear!! i'm sorry if this fic is a little rushed but i tried to stay true to what you requested! hope you enjoy and feel free to keep sending in more ideas :)

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: bondage, praise kink, fingering, squirting, begging

fuck. you're really in for it now. 

this yellowish, decaying rabbit stalks towards you, and there are four, sentient and bloodthirsty animatronics behind you. 

you're stuck. 

even worse, the rabbit came from the entrance, so if you were to try to make your escape that way there was a likelihood of you running into his knife.

"please," you find yourself pleading. "please don't kill me."

the rabbit laughs menacingly and bends down to your level. "how about this? i'll give you a head start." 

without any further questions you bolt through the maze of halls and towards the office. you crouch down in front of the vent the rabbit was referring to and unscrew the bolts barricading it. thank god you're small enough to fit in the vents. this might actually work.

then you hear unmistakeable, thumping footsteps coming towards you. 

it only hurries your actions. your heart rate rapidly increases. the screws are so aged with rust that it's hard to—

the door opens with a loud thud. you scream at the noise, and again when you're being lifted off the ground. it's the yellow rabbit. 

it slings you over its shoulder with unmatched strength. you wail incoherent words and pleas as you pound the back of the suit with balled fists. 

"help me!" you scream out to no one. "somebody help!" 

the rabbit wordlessly carries you down the hall, to one of the locked doors you dared not to venture into during your shifts. it carried you down a couple stairs and then set you on a dentist-office-style chair. 

at this point tears are rolling down your face. eyes are shut in fear of looking your captor in the eyes. uncontrollable sobs escape your mouth, praying that these aren't your final moments. then the rabbit wraps both hands (paws?) around your wrists and holds them to the arm handles so that restraints can bolt around them. 

"oh, save it," he says, clearly annoyed with your crying. "i've heard it all before, you don't deserve to die, and all that."

your eyes shoot open. the rabbit's voice no longer sounds robotic and you realize you actually recognize it. 

in a very dramatic fashion, it's steve raglan. your career counsellor, a.k.a the man who got you this job in the first place. 

he almost looks ridiculous in the rabbit suit, which admittedly doesn't add much to his already sizeable frame, but you can't find the humor in the situation in which you could be seconds away from dying in. 

"why?" you find yourself asking, suddenly more curious than hysteric. "why give me this job if you were just going to kill me in the end?" 

"because you got a little too close to the truth, and for some reason, those brats up there were unable to take care of the job themselves," he snarls resentfully. he must be referencing the animatronics. it makes sense now— the kids in the drawings with the yellow rabbit on the wall. 

"it was you. you killed those kids."

steve gives you a horrible smile. one that almost makes you weak, with that dimple you recognize from many conversations in his office. "you finally figured it out."

he walks behind you, shuffling around in the suit, and you crane your neck around to see him taking it off. he's wearing a white tee and dark purple slacks. he's not particularly muscular, but not thin either. it's a build specific to middle aged men. you hate to admit it, but your face flushes when you notice how large his hands are. 

he catches you looking at him and smiles, cocking his head curiously. "see something you like, little night guard?" instantly you whip your head back around. your head is at a moral war with itself, with you being disappointed in yourself that you were actually checking out a child serial killer. 

but steve doesn't leave it alone. once he abandons the suit, he swiftly strides over you. he places both hands on your restraints, caging you in. you shrink into yourself. 

"i think," he says lowly, "i might have a different use for you, little one. one that we can both enjoy." 

you swallow, not saying anything. steve reaches a hand up to slide down your face then cup your jaw. his hands are cold to the touch and it sends shivers down your spine. 

you find your voice. "don't touch me."

"don't touch you? are you sure?" he says cockily and you can only glare at him in response. 

"what if i just..." he trails off, sliding the hands on his face down your neck, your chest, abdomen, and eventually your core. he presses his hand there hard, making you jolt upwards and whimper. "so you don't want me to touch you, is what i'm hearing?"

fuck. this undeniably hot serial killer has you at his disposal and you can't help but feel turned on. if you're going to die, and your chances really aren't looking good for you, maybe you should just...

"please," you murmur, closing your legs so they trap his hand there.

"please, what?"

you swallow. "please fuck me." 

"'atta girl." he grins from ear to ear. "y'know, all that begging you did earlier really did a number on me, but i must say i love this change of heart."

steve starts to undo the buttons of your slacks and begins to pull them down, leaving you bare in your underwear. it's at this point you realize how wet you are, and you try to relieve the tension in your core by squeezing your thighs together but he grabs your legs and presses them to your stomach. you're just so malleable to him.

he tugs off your panties and discards them mindlessly. "look at that," he marvels at your bare skin, "so pretty, little one."

you squirm against the restraints a little. at this point the anticipation will kill you faster than he will. you wish he would just touch you already, but you had to admit all his praises were only adding to your arousal.

steve decides to sit a little further down the chair and wordlessly plunges a finger inside your pussy. he goes deliberately slow, clearly gaging your reaction. "fuck," you mutter, and it takes all your strength to not buck your hips into his movements.

"you need this, don't you, sweet girl?" he muses, stopping the thrusting of his fingers, but still keeping them inside. "tell me."

"please, please, please..." tears coat your lashes from all the teasing. "'need it so bad."

he gives you a kind smile, one you haven't seen since you were back in his office. "good girls get what they ask for. "

steve slides in a second finger and begins to pump faster. it's an improvement but you find yourself needing more. you buck your hips up hoping he would get the message and he simply laughs lowly as he adds a third finger into the mix.

his pace gets progressively faster over time to your delight. the noises coming from your center is absolutely obscene. you can feel your juices dripping down onto the seat.

"ah — ah!" you cry out, feeling your orgasm nearing. "i'm coming — please, slow down—"

you squeeze your eyes shut. all the sudden the chair is abnormally wetter than you would have expected and— oh.

your face burns bright red. "i-i'm sorry..."

he's shocked, mouth agape and eyes slightly widened. then a wolfish grin spreads across his face. "don't you dare apologize, little one, let's try that again."

#william afton #steve raglan #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf x reader

[iron-sides]

i have GOT got get normaler about my belly

#like im good abt it in turns of ik its unhealthy and im good at keeping it from affecting my habits #in a way that would become like. physically unhealthy? like i already have arfid im Not abt to have another ed #but #i am SO TIRED of being embarrassed by my belly like its SO NORMAL #anyway. usually i would start wearing clothes that show it off but thats hard bc my parents are super fucking weird abt bodies #but also i dont live at home anymore #but also i LIKE dressing like a granny #i do have. one baby tee. and one Kind Of croptop #i could stop styling those to hide my belly i tho #think* itd help #aughhhhh this is so frustrating i hate you fatphobia >:( and i HATE YOU MY PARENTS HABIT IF BEING WEIRD ABOUT BODIES #theyre so good abt food and yet so bad abt bodies idk HOW <- its a modesty thing to them #my thots #negativity

[wonuvs]

my hanji hard thots are that I need to bite his tits. leave bruises on his slutty waist. and maybe nuzzle my face over his crotch. and leave hickeys on his thighs.

https://www.instagram.com/p/C0PGKzCgABg/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

for your reference 👀

MINORS PISS OFF. tags: jisung x gn!reader + kissing, marking, worshipping his body because he deserves it note: heh, loved writing this + (kinda safe) link made me go 😵‍💫😵‍💫

he shudders with every nip and soft bite of yours. every lick and suckle and squeeze of his waist makes him gasp in your hold, makes his eyes flutter and his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

his baggy tee is discarded on the floor next to the couch, thrown there by him when your lips first started trailing down his neck and collarbone and your hands snuck under the soft fabric of his shirt a few minutes ago—your touch makes jisung burn up everytime.

he gulps when your tongue slowly trails up to once more trace his areolas, when it slides back down to swipe his underboob, as you like to call it, as the tips of your fingers trace the deep ridges of his abs. unexpectedly, your teeth sink in his chest, and he cutely whines, his hands fisting the red blanket you keep on the sofa.

“feels good, bubs?” you murmur, softly biting and nibbling his pec, leaving there a few hickies before going back down again to tease and mark his tiny waist.

his breath is shakey, his knuckles are quickly turning white, and his eyes are hooded as he looks down at you. fuck, you look so pretty right now. lips swollen, hair messy and breath heaving, he thinks. “y-yeah...”

you grin, before peppering his stomach and waist and the pretty, slightly visible veins on his V line with kisses. you run your tongue over each of them, your hands fondling his thighs and hips as you relish in his sweet, sweet sounds, until you see his dick moving in his sweatpants—again.

you fake gasp when you notice the tiniest wet patch on them, and his breath quickens when he sees with just how many marks his body is littered with. and fuck, does he love it. your eyes lock, and you bring your hand up to trace some of said marks, “you love being worshipped like this, hm?” you tilt your head, playing with the string of his pants, blinking up at him.

he shily nods and gulps again, not uttering a word, afraid whines would come out instead. you bite your bottom lip, hooking your fingers to his waistband and pulling a satisfied hum out of him as you slide his sweatpants to his ankles.

“fuck, ji. are you about to come?” you lowkey moan, eyes fixed on his twitching and leaking, but covered, cock. he pouts and flushes crimson, but never looks away from you and your sparkly eyes. he sees you lick your lips before you... nuzzle your face on his dick?

he almost laughs at that, but he's too sensitive by that point, so he just grips your hair and lets out an airy chuckle, immediately followed by a moan when your tongue starts lapping at the soft skin of his thigh.

you move to do the same to his other thigh, before you suddenly press your tongue to his covered tip, licking and nibbling at it softly, eyes set on him, and that's what tips him over the edge. he tugs at your locs, whimpering your name as you keep teasing him through his underwear—and though it lowkey hurts, he loves it. he loves you.

taglist: @maximumkillshot @caitlyn98s @woogigi @starsandrqindrops

#anonymus #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #han jisung hard thoughts #han jisung hard hours #han jisung smut #jisung hard thoughts #jisung hard hours #jisung smut #kpop smut #skz hard hours

[sunlightmurdock]

for thots night

i feel like older bf bradley would be rlly big on doing things u like - like seeing ur fav singer together, watching what kind of movies u like, etc. his love language is quality time/physical touch & u wanna reciprocate that so u decided to go golfing w/ him one morning & u quickly learned why u guys always do things u like (i feel like bradley is fun & all but his taste in hobbies & food & stuff is just bland/vanilla) but he looks so happy so u hold in ur boredom 😭

stop 🥹😭 you know he would try so hard to be interested in the things you’re interested in. From music and tv shows to your career and hobbies — he can name your least favourite coworker just as easily as he can name your favourite song. He knows you like the back of his hand.

And it’s not effortless either. He got it wrong — a lot in the beginning — but he never stopped trying. It took him three months to learn what your hobby involves, but he would always listen to you talk about it anyway. There are times he doesn’t understand. Times he’s had a long day himself. Times he really just doesn’t want to watch that movie. But you do, so he always will.

So, finally, you force yourself along to one of his hobbies. He’s thrilled to have you joining him for Saturday morning golf, beaming the entire drive there and telling you that you’re going to be a natural at it.

You’re not so convinced. When he sits at home and watches golf, you’ve never been particularly interested. But — he has promised to let you drive the cart. You’re trying not to kick your feet as you both head to the first hole. It’s early and this is going to take all morning. It would be wrong to be bored after all the effort he makes for you, but you just can’t help it.

“I’ll go first. Watch what I do. But I can help you if you want, too.” Bradley smiles, setting his ball on the tee. You lean back and give him a convincing enough smile and nod, propping yourself against the cart.

Bradley wraps both of his palms around the end of the club. He turns his head and stared down the green. Then, he pulls the club back into a high swing. His arms flex against the black fabric of his polo, his hat twisted backwards and his caravans set on the bridge of his nose.

Torso twisted, the club is only mid-air for just a second. It gives you just enough time to see the way his thick back strains against the fabric of his shirt before he swings hard and sends the ball flying along the course.

All too quickly, he turns toward you and smiles. “Your turn, honey!”

But, there’s already a cunning grin toying on your lips as you walk over and reach for the driver in his hand. You’re sharing his until he can convince you to join him more often. Bradley hands it to you pliantly.

“Could you help me?” You ask him, sweetness pouring from your tongue, disguising your motives. Bradley nods his head and positions himself behind you.

“Alright, so your hands need to be like this,” Bradley explains, his big hands wrapping over the top of yours and guiding them along the end of the club. “And then your feet kinda like…”

He wedges his foot between yours and gently kicks your ankles further apart. Really, he’s asking for you to mess with him. So, you do. You bend pliantly at the waist and wiggle your hips back against him, “Like this?”

And it turns out that maybe golf isn’t the hobby that the two of you will enjoy together — because there’s no way that Bradley can get through eighteen holes with a boner.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #jake seresin #rooster x you #rooster bradshaw imagine #thots night (:

[s-4pphics]

omg y’all r really eating up ballerina!reader and tattooist!ellie😳 don’t encourage my obsessions this early in the morning

…… but here’s some quick hcs b4 work bc i’m in love with them🤭

cw: reader being a nasty(but talented!) little pain slut, she’s also a bit of an airhead, more of her gross inner monologues, ellie enjoying all of it😳, mentions of weed bc pothead!ellie is cannon in all universes it’s the rules😐, blood bc tattoo duh, thick thick thick sexual tension like golly just fuck already🙄

-ellie already had you laid back on her reclining chair as you slowly inched down your lavender sweatpants and panties just riiiight above your pussy, lifting up your cropped sweatshirt and tee until they were right under your breasts(u didn’t need to do that but ur a thot!)

-you used your pointer finger to show her exactly where you wanted your little sunflower tat(on your right side right in between the beginnings of ur v-line)with a gentle right here, in which she rubbed her gloved hand right over the spot with an even gentler right there?, making you sigh and nod

-ellie rubbed the spot with her covered thumb again to soothe ur jitters, but all it did was make ur nipples harden under ur shirt

-fuckfuckfuck fuck me—

-she transferred ur reference onto ur skin before slowly pulling the paper back and disposing it in the nearby garbage before she grabbed her tattoo gun, turning it on

-the room filled with a loud buzzing noise before u felt a stab that sent a shockwave through your body and made u grab onto the sleeve of her shirt

-she quickly jerked the gun away from u with a small you good?

-she thought your small jerk was out of pain, but your core actually had squeezed so tight that u needed to hold onto something to keep ur legs from splitting open on impulse

-u gasped out a whiny and broken uh huuh as ur slick pussy squeezed again before releasing her sleeve and oh my god no way u were about to cum from this—

-she licked her lips with a rigid nod before continuing, bending back down so she could see her work better

-whenever she wiped the small droplets of blood from your skin with a wet cloth ur pussy squeezed sooo tight that u dug ur nails into the cushiony plush of the chair

-ur gross side took over and u lifted your head up to get a good look at her position: her head was right above ur cunt as she closely inspected her work, some loose strands of hair dangling in front of her freckled face and all u could think ab was grabbing the back of her head and shoving her face between your legs and oh my god you might cum you’re gonna cum!—

-“alright, it’s doooone,” she said in a lighter tone as she wiped the last bits of blood away from ur freshly open wound, but u could hear the subtle shakiness in her voice

-“you can take a look before i wrap it,” she said while helping u sit up, pointing at the full length mirror in the corner of the room

-you hopped off the recliner, careful not to move too quickly as u walked and ohmygod it was so cute and small—

-“did you drive here?”

-u spun around with a light, questioning hum.

-“did you drive here?” she questioned again as she held ur eye contact. her green ones were so intense and it felt like she was looking through u, but u shook ur head no

-“my friend dropped me off!” you said cheerily before continuing, “i don’t know if this is allowed but she also was thinking about getting tatted by you and she wanted me to book an appointment for her—“

-“you smoke?” she said abruptly. your eyes widened and instantly glossed over at the tone of her voice

-“ci-cigarettes?” you stuttered out. please pleaseplease bend me over oh god—

-she choked out a laugh before slowly pointing at the giant green marijuana leaf on the wall behind you. you let out an acknowledging ahh before saying, “sometimes! it’s usually my way of de-stressing after rehearsals!” you said before pausing.

-you knew that look in her eyes from anywhere, so you took a bold step, then two, then two more, forward until you were nearly pressed up against her. you held the intense eye contact before seductively whispering, “some strains make me feel really really hot too.”

-she perked up instantly before releasing a breathy uh huh and a

-“let me take you home after i wrap that,” she said back in a thick rasp, pointing at your new tat. “my dealer gave me buds to sample and i wanna see how good it is.”

-and you almost passed out.

#ballerina!reader #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x blk!reader #black!oc #lesbian #ellie the last of us #the last of us #ellie williams blurb #thot thoughts 𓈒⁀➷ ‿➹ #tattooist!ellie ✎ ᝰ #works 𖧧࣪

[carolmunson]

Carol, I always have horny thots. Tonight and every night <3 But tonight especially I am thinking about Eddie Munson making you watch him stroke his cock. You aren't allowed to touch him and you certainly cannot touch yourself. But you have to watch him get off. And hear all the absolutely disgusting things he has to say about it.

K byeeeeeeeee

It’s honestly his favorite way to play, assuming we’re dealing with a much more confident and mean Eddie Munson. Post Corroded Show at a slightly nicer bar, really feeling himself. But you’re kind of on his shit list right now ‘cause you got into a couple fights about how he acts when he plays a gig.

‘You’re always actin’ single when you have that stupid guitar around your neck.’

And neither of you have really ‘declared’ anything, he wasn’t calling you girlfriend and you weren’t calling him boyfriend. But there was something about the way his jaw ticked if a guy looked at you for too long. Something about the way you seethed when he smiled at a girl across the bar.

He gets home, a little boozed up, and he knows you’ll be there waiting up for him — already regretting giving you a key to his place. Cause you’re not his girlfriend and he’s not your boyfriend, even though he’s got a key to your place, too.

“Hey you,” he says casually, tossing his jacket on the couch before stomping over to his room.

“‘Hey you?’” you repeat, your socked feet padding down the hall to follow him, arms crossed right over your chest in an oversized Camp Hawkins tee, “You said you’d be back at midnight, it’s 2:30 in the morning.”

He smirks, looking at his watch, “So it is.”

“Well, what the fuck, Ed?” you whisper yell, “Too caught up with the bitches at the bar to call?”

He groans with an eye roll, “You do this shit every time. There’s no ‘other bitches’, babe.”

“Then why were you out so late?” you ask, watching him undress. Your eyes round while they slide over his sweaty chest, tattoos glistening. Swallowing when he reached for his belt.

“Someone upset I kept her waiting up all night to get fucked?” he teases, slowing down his movements while he undoes the clasp. The clink of the metal makes you shiver, the way his eyes liner on you makes your squirm, “Did you want me to come home and fuck you, sweetheart?”

“I — ugh, yeah,” you huff, recrossing your arms so your breasts rested on the shelf you created. He knows your game, but he’s gonna play his own.

“Get on your knees, baby,” he demands, but it’s light hearted. A whisper of a command. You kneel immediately.

“Hands under your shins,” he continues, peeling his jeans down of his legs. He’s left only in a pair of boxer briefs and his jewelry, the soft light from his side table illuminating him like stark marble. He takes a seat at the end of the bed in front of you, legs spread wide while he reaches into his underwear, “Other bitches? Look how hard you got me just by gettin’ on your knees.”

You reach up, but he slaps your hand away with a snap, “No, you don’t get to touch. You know why?”

“No,” you whine, tucking your hand back under your shin.

“‘Cause you’re such a greedy girl,” he spits, hand squeezing the base of his leaking cock while his thumb trails slowly up the shaft, “Always thinkin’ you’re gonna get my dick when I walk in the door.”

“Say you want it,” he asks, eyes narrowing down his nose at you. His hand slides up in firm stroke that makes his brows pinch, groaning, “S-say you want this dick, baby.”

“I want it,” you breathe out, voice raising a few octaves while you squeeze your thighs together for friction.

He grins evilly, pace picking up a bit on his cock, “You wanna touch that pretty pussy, huh?”

“Please, Ed, please let me,” you beg, digging your nails into the skin of your shins to keep yourself from gliding your hands between your legs.

“No, princess. Can’t touch what isn’t yours,” his mischievous glare dances over you, watching you start to squirm, your face getting hot. He swore you might even be drooling a little, and he’d be right.

“And now I gotta — shit, fuck — sit here with my dick in my hand and think about how good you feel when I fuck you,” he rasps out, head tilting back to stretch out the thick column of his pale neck, “‘C-cause y’can’t — mmm, shit — fuckin’ behave.”

“You know what I’m thinkin’ about princess?” he asks, eyes fluttering closed, thighs tensing.

“Wh-what’re you thinkin’ about?” you respond, watching him slow his strokes over his cock, slowly teasing the tip with his thumb.

“Remember the other night at Steve’s when you were gettin’ real cozy with one of those nobodies?” he opens his eyes, posture stiffening while he lifts his head up to look down at you, other hand reaching to cup his balls. You nod, you remember, you flirted with that guy on purpose.

“All I could think about was bendin’ you over Steve’s couch an’ — mmm, god FUCK — fuckin’ you in fr-front of ‘im. ‘Cause you’re — oh, shitshitshit — you’re my — ah, oh god — my fuckin’ — my fuckin’ girl.” His speed picks up, eyes narrowing at you again while sweat builds on his forehead,

“You’re my fuckin’ slut, d’y’understand me?” he raises his voice and you pray to God you don’t cum from the sentence alone, “And that’s my fucking pussy.”

“S’yours — I’m yours,” you pant back breathily while he starts to thrust hard into his fist.

“Shit, you feel so good, baby,” he whines to himself, eyes closing to continue imaging you beneath him, ass bouncing back against him, “Oh, oh m’gonna fuckin’ cum. Oh, shit!”

You barely register what’s happening until your feel it — ropes of his cum spurting over you, landing hot on your face. He doesn’t stop, standing and angling himself to make sure it lands all over you. Satisfied when your face and hair is dripping with his spend. You shut your eyes tight but feel his ragged breaths while he comes down. It’s quiet for a moment before you feel him toss a towel at you.

“Clean yourself up and then get back in here,” he says gruffly, “Gotta fuckin’ use you after that.”

#blurbie