#early morning thots

[sunshinescribes]

Not to be horny on main but I want to give Law the craziest head. I’m talking legs shaking, eyes rolling in the back of his head—it’s so good he just might cry levels of sloppy toppy. And I know he would be so sensitive, so whiny—Law would try to contain himself. Self control is very important to him after all, but it would just be too good. He’d make the prettiest, most pathetic noises because nobody has ever worshipped his body like, praised him like this, taken such good care of him like this.

Also not to be soft on main but I want to run my fingers through his hair while he rests his head in my lap. Want to listen to him ramble about medical terminology until my brain hurts, but I’d listen anyway cause he’s so enthusiastic and smart. Or his coin collection. He’s a nerd, and he’s sure as fuck getting teased about it but in the most affectionate way possible. I’d want him to feel comfortable and safe and valued—wanna give him all the tenderness that was taken from him, and all the love he was denied.

[wroteclassicaly]

When you’re tryna get ready for work and Eddie decides he wants to eat your pussy instead, so Steve has to film it, of course.

“Yeah, just like that. C’mon, Eds. Pin her thighs down. Spread her open a little more for me n’ the camera.”

Eddie mumbles something unintelligible around his mouthful of your dripping cunt. Steve crouches , purposely pressing his swollen bulge in your face, chunky cam recorder filming Eddie working between your legs with a fervor. “Fuck, man. Spit on that pussy.” Steve directs.

Eddie obliges, pushing his hair off his forehead and spitting a webbed string of saliva across your puffy folds, using his tongue’s tip to spread it around your clit. You can do nothing but moan and mewl, touching your own tits and enjoying being held against the vanity seat by Eddie’s vice pinch. What really drives you over the edge is when Steve dips into your metal head’s space and opens his mouth to catch Eddie’s spit. He groans around your taste, considering undoing his pants and seeing if Eddie can suck him off like a good boy and eat you out in rotation…

[krirebr]

Woke up too early this morning and was filled with What You Can Do For Your Country thots. What your closet room looks like now, a few months(??) in. One wall full of things Steve has collected to use on you - floggers, paddles, rope - hanging from hooks. In the corner, a beautiful, plush dog bed that you sleep on. You earned it by being such a good, obedient fuck-toy. You slathered his feet in kisses, you were so grateful. Next to it, there's a small pile of old magazines and books that he made you beg for. You've read through each of them a dozen times already, but at least you're not as bored when he's gone for days on a mission.

Anyway, good morning and happy Friday! 🤣😘

[oleredacted]

Okay I’m feeling much better this week !! Also… you guys are giving my white hair from like 3 years ago a lot of love and it’s making me wanna dye it again 🫠

[goblinidol]

💎Not me awake at 7am plotting a Sailor Scout Thoxa AU...there's even a real pulsar I wanna make her home planet aaaa 💚

[bakugosgothhoe]

I was typing a list in my phone notes and tried to write Keurig machine and my phone autocorrected it to Kuroo machine and I was like… you know what, that’s better.

[becca-e-barnes]

Cannot stop thinking about making a really submissive Bucky cum until he can't anymore 😵‍💫

I love the thought of working load after load from him and the way that he'd go from being pretty quiet and composed to whimpering and writhing, unsure if he needs more or less of your touch.

Getting him to a stage where he feels empty. He feels like he has nothing left to give you. You've made him watch as you jerk him off with a delightfully lubed hand, squeezing and tugging until his cock is twitching and throbbing and shooting thick, messy stripes of cum against your palm. You don't stop after he's finished though. His release only makes the glide of your hand smoother and the sight of his own pearly cum being worked back over his cock makes him hard again in no time.

"Please." He groans, throwing his head back, exposing his beautiful throat. Your hand tightens around his cock involuntarily and you find yourself almost wishing you had your other hand around his neck. "Please don't make me cum again. I-I can't."

Bless him, his strong thighs are twitching, his muscles tense, trying to force his body to listen to his brain for just a second.

"Sweetheart, I don't think you're empty yet. You gave me so much cum just a few minutes ago." You let yourself give in just a little, leaning over and kissing along the column of his throat, enjoying the light salty perspiration against your lips.

Bucky rolls his hips but it's hard for him to tell if he's trying to lean into your touch or away from it. In truth, he loves feeling like this. He loves having his cum milked from him and having no choice but to enjoy the mind numbing pleasure of your body.

His thighs are streaked with evidence of his own lust and he's almost ashamed that he's still hard. Not just as hard as he was when you started though.

"F-Fuck." The slick sound of your hand pumping him quickly is overwhelming. Your grip is tight on his shaft while you cup his balls, squeezing and teasing them gently, encouraging them to work overtime for you.

"I can't cum again. I can't." Bucky pants, whimpering when he forces his eyes to meet yours again.

"You told me that last time. I'm not sure when you decided it would be a good idea to lie to me but I promise you, it isn't." Your tone would make him tense but he's tense already, trying to hold back an orgasm he truly doesn't need.

"This is the last orgasm I want from you. You can manage it for me, can't you?" You sound so sincere this time, he can't help but agree.

"Good boy. Now cum nice and hard for me. I want to hear how pathetic you sound."

For the next few minutes, there are no sounds except the delightfully wet sound of your hand working lube and cum against his dick and the frantic moans of a man reaching a level of pleasure that verges just nicely on painful.

When he does cum, you let it splash against your palm once more and you notice how little he's able to provide you with. He's entirely empty, legs shaking but babbling how grateful he is for the way you touch him.

Now that he's spent, it feels like your turn to enjoy yourself while he watches and nothing sounds better than touching yourself with the hand that's covered in his cum.

[mrsjellymunson]

Having early morning thots about dom!Eddie and his thighs…

You’re absolutely not thinking about dom!Eddie and how he’s so easily got you into subspace just by stroking your hair, using those words he knows work so well and leaving gentle, wet, open mouthed kisses over the back of your neck.

You’re definitely not thinking about how he’s left you sitting on the chair whilst he walks away, standing, naked, sideways on to you, feet slightly apart, looking out of the window, only a few feet away.

You’re definitely not imagining dropping out of that chair onto your knees, crawling toward him, kneeling at his side as you shakily and tentatively run your hands up his shin and calf.

Not about how he languidly lights a cigarette, still looking out of the window, taking slow drags.

Definitely not thinking about how your breath is soft but uneven as you scootch in closer, running one hand over his knee and the other up the back of his thigh, the desire to be close to him morphing into absolute need.

You’re absolutely not imagining your chest brushing the side of his leg, your hands coming up to hold around his strong, solid, hairy thigh, your lips connecting with it in soft kisses, brushing the fur and flesh.

Not how your tongue laps out to taste his skin, moving over the strong muscle, your spit collecting on epidermis and fuzz.

Definitely not envisioning how his throbbing cock, standing to attention and resplendent against his taut abdomen, just above your eye level, is leaking the most delicate, shining drop of precum, and looks the most delicious you’ve ever seen it.

You’re definitely not imagining how you lift your hips and shift position so your knees straddle either side of his foot, and your core rests against the junction of his foot and ankle.

Definitely don’t visualise how your wet kisses to the front of his thigh turn into your tongue laving his muscles and your teeth nipping as you fill your mouth with as much of the taut flesh as you can.

Don’t think about how your hips start to gently rock, giving you a slight but delightful amount of friction where you need it most.

(Or how you think you hear his breath hitch, but you’re so deep you can’t be sure.)

Or how he finally (finally) looks down at you, just briefly, telling you you look so beautiful like this, before his gaze returns to the window.

And you’re definitely, definitely not thinking about how you feel when he states yes, you can touch him now…

[rhoorl]

Happy Friday Jess!

I hope you've had a good week. Here's a little treat.

I'll be off now....

LOL this made me laugh, El, thank you. I hope you had a great week!

[ghcstchild-a]

What breaks me the most about Yunmeng Shuangjie is how painfully obvious it is that WWX has outgrown the past in more ways than JC has. He was literally reborn, and even long before that he’d been transformed and transcended too many times, he’d already lost hope of ever seeing his shidi again and bid farewell to the childish little part of him that used to have hope. But it doesn’t stop the yearning, deep down, even as a married man he still wants JC back, but he’s also painfully aware that things would never truly be the same again, and another part of him, the shattered one that places every shard into the hands of LWJ and begs to be mended, isn’t ready to face the consequences, nor the mere concept of it. It’s not about replacement. It’s not even that he moves on completely. But he could live with it. He could make that yearning part of him less prominent, less loud, and at least make some semblance of peace with it. It would just be an occasional longing, not something that clouds his mind in the long run. He doesn’t dwell on the past but doesn’t leave it behind either. But that wound isn’t half as fresh and deep as the one the whole ordeal left on JC.

A softer way of saying that JC needs WWX more than WWX needs JC. (Except he still doesn’t know)

[ohheyitsjustbear]

Like the start of pokemon but the choices are a gag, handcuffs or a bunch of rope and I'm kneeling behind them

[oleredacted]

Shagathon alert !

Got a £20 taxi to a guy’s last night after seshin for 7 hours… (almost) had to break into his house and sneak up in silence for a shag before he goes to Scotland 🫠

Drank all day today for my ‘welcome lunch’ at work 🫠

Aaaand shagged down bad 2 finally which was good but idk

[mothheart]

It's cliche as hell maybe but gabriel being trans is a fun hc to toss around with that religious guilt of his. overachiever angel who fought his way to the top and earned the respect of the other angels and the tolerance of the council and committing countless atrocities in the process gets severed from his connection to god in the end regardless and has the most self-destructive downward spiral. failure of an angel speedrunning every sin until he kicks the bucket. it's a good thing there's a certain self-indulgent murder toaster to help him with that :)

[stephaniedola]

bus guy says hes in town today lol idk if that means he wants to meet up or what 😏

[kuroosdarling]

LMFAO I FOUND THIS IN MY NOTES

dunno where i was going with this but yeah

[ozarkthedog]

Sorry for the lateness, I was in class. But your post got me thinking. Layla’s hair is so thick and voluminous and beautiful when she’s wearing her avatar armour. I’ve made posts about how I want her to top me in that armour. But I was just thinking about how her hair would feel in my fingers as I squish and squeeze and pull it while she eagerly buried her face between my legs.

One of her rules is that you always keep your hands locked in her hair while she eats you out. She wants to feel everything she’s doing to you. Wants to feel your nails scrape her scalp when you get frantic and needy. She loves when you softly tug on her silky curls as she suckles and overstimulates your cunt.

Although she’s the one in charge, nothing gets her hotter than when you grasp her locks and grind against her face. “That’s a good girl. Use my mouth. Cum all over my tongue.”