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[creamysstuff]

U may see it…. Once ☝️

[persephonesecretgarden]

garden of eden

[honey-y-espresso]

What I wouldn’t give to ride a thick strap right now. My pussy barely able to clench from being so filled. Fuck I’d moan so loud, thighs shaking struggling to keep bouncing. Maybe I’d take a break and grind my hips while I play with my tits until I’m too desperate to stay still

[cupcakeesworld]

anyone else loves being spanked ?… oh just me ?

[bimbobabiex]

i’m so cute and pretty why isn’t anyone’s mouth wrapped around my clit?

[sodomite-son]

dry humping should be desperate and needy. it should feel like you're trying to knock me up through 4 layers of fabric.

[a-sleeepy-angel]

"Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fuck you, baby."

[needy-thing]

i’m so high and just thinking about someone talking down to me in the most gentle and kind way is making my cunt flutter. not even a degrading “talking down,” more loving, like an “I know you can’t think so hard right now so let me make my words nice and easy for you” dumbing down.

[mommyownsmee]

Good girls don’t whine.

But you do, don’t you? You whimper, you beg, you fall apart so easily beneath me. I love it. Love breaking you down, love watching you come undone, love knowing I’m the only one who can do this to you.

I press my palm against your throat, not tight, just enough to make you focus, to make you feel how completely fucking helpless you are beneath me. Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your lips trembling as you stare up at me—desperate, overwhelmed, fucking beautiful. My thumb brushes against your jaw, and you shudder, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. You love this. Even when you pretend you don’t. Even when you try to hold back.

I tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet my gaze, and when you do—fuck.

I grin. That’s it. Now, be a good girl and take it.

[persephonesecretgarden]

feeling more insecure by the minute

overwhelmed with being desired

[niilue]

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cw: r!video, male masturbation, moaning, vocal sub

men who moan under blankets >>>

definitely: kim dokja!!

he’s the kind of man who hides under the blanket completely—head to toe—back trembling, thighs clenched tight, and you’re just listening to him try not to be loud while he touches himself.

but he is.

he bites the pillow, muffles it best he can, but those little whimpers still slip out. breathy, shaky, and when he finally moans your name—all wrecked and broken—you know he’s already falling apart under there.

he tries to act cold, unreadable, like he’s above it, but he’s so vocal you’d want to record him just to play it back later—watching him melt from embarrassment while he hears himself sob for you.

[siriussimon]

no warnings: kinda a prompt i’m working on. 141 x reader, price x reader. john’s controlling and has a raging daddy kink.

john price always knows. of course, he knows what’s best for his team. he oozes authority, carries himself with ease, all tasks made with precision. everything’s calculated in his head, he knows exactly what he wants— what you need. can see it as clear as day. ever since you joined his brigade, he could see it written over your face. you needed guidance and he gave you just that.

you’re different than everyone else but that doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re an astounding addition to the team, the missing piece to their puzzle, the cherry on top.

you’re quite like simon. quiet, trouble with social cues, sensitivity to certain textures or noises. just like his simon, he knows exactly what you need to ease your anxious mind. he’s just gotta take it slow, ease his way into your space, not only as your captain— but more.

john has to know the whereabouts of his team so he makes it a habit of learning your schedule to a t. right about this time when hours were winding down he’d see you in the mess hall. a snack set off to the side untouched as you fiddled with a hand gun, dismantling it piece by piece to clean it throughly.

“It’s late, sergeant. PT is at 0500.” His voice echoed throughout the empty room. You flinched a bit but your shoulders relaxed when you registered who was speaking to you.

“I’m almost done..” You murmured, lost in thought, fingers connecting pieces together now.

Hm. That won’t do.

He takes a couple steps forward, peering over your shoulder, hands still at work. You’d never disobey him but sometimes your mind gets fixated on one thing— he understands, you have no idea how much. Sometimes you need a little nudge in the right direction. That’s what he’s for, right?

His right hand comes up to gently grasp the nape of your neck, almost like scuffing a dog, and you instantly halted.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” His thumb gently caressing your pulse point, a shiver running up your spine. You looked at the table, realizing you got so caught up on cleaning your hand gun you never ate like you were supposed to. Making it so tedious that you completely forgot about the time. It’s like your brain woke up from his touch. Your face felt warm and you thanked the low lighting in the cafeteria.

“N-No, Captain.”

Still a shy thing. He’ll break you in, just like he did with the rest of the boys. Make you his at last. Make it known that you belong here, that you deserve to feel taken care of. That you’re right where you’re supposed to be. And he’ll lead you just as he’s done these past couple of months. He’ll make it stick.

His hand released your neck, fingers lightly grazing down your pony tail, before it backs in his front pocket. You immediately stand, holstering your gun, and bagging away your uneaten food. Now fully turned, facing him, his eyes trained on your every move. You stood still for a moment, waiting for dismal, waiting for another command. Something you always relied on, deep down, your body buzzed with every order given to you,

“You’re dismissed, love. And good job on your field strip.” He said, a small smirk gracing his face, eyes crinkling, the pit of your stomach felt warm at the praise.

“Yes, Captain. Thank you..” Voice perked up, a curt nod and you were on your way.

One of these days he’d like to finally hear you say John. But he knows he’s got to take his time with you.

When you got back to your room, Johnny was up still, the light of his phone illuminating his face.

You sighed, feeling your body relax as you sat down on your bed. Your hands clasping to your face, the palms of your hands feeling cool on top of your cheeks. You body couldn’t help reacting this way with him. It always happened—

“Yer blushin’ like a wee school girl, dove.” Johnny laughed, which made you throw a pillow at his face.

“If you say a word to anyone I’ll stab you.” You grumble, which only made him chuckle again.

“Och Relax. Yer naught the first person to git the hots for the Captain. Trust meh.” He smiled, and you don’t know if that’s supposed to make you feel better or just intrigued on who else feels the same about him the way you do.

[thisismyhead1]

Omg sounds amazing 😍💦

saw a pussy portal story, and omggggg i wish, imagine sitting bored through a lecture and a monster decides to use your portal???? getting absolutely wrecked by a giant ridged cock, panties ruined with your slick and the precum as this monster pounds your little pussy and you are forced to wobble off to the bathroom, curling up on the ground and letting the monster force broken and desperate little ah ah ah ah ahs out of your mouth, uncaring of other student who hear you cumming over and over in the stall, clenching and squirting on monster cock

[sodomite-son]

love when men wear girly lingerie, not because it feminizes them, but because i love the juxtaposition of delicate feminine lace on a body that is just so obviously male. stockings on muscular hairy legs, a sheer bra over a fur covered chest. putting something so dainty and feminine on only emphasizes the masculine body underneath. there's something so sexy about it

[a-sleeepy-angel]

I need fingers fucking into me until I’m crying and squirting, until I cum so hard that you need to put a hand over my mouth to muffle the noises I make, until I’m shaking and my hips can’t stop rocking because my whole body feels so euphoric.

[mommyownsmee]

I want you ruined. I want you wrecked. I want you so fucked out and gone that the only thing left in your pretty little head is me.