#god he could choke me with them things😮‍💨

[therabbitthatpostthings]

I watch Resident Evil for the plot

The plot:

[sanspuppet]

👀 riding Mingi’s abs…..just saw a that photo shoot whit him in all denim, like the shirt is a denim crop and and bestie 😮‍💨😮‍💨 that would be the best funishment

MDNI ! smut

- W/T: sexual tension, abs riding, choking, fingering, squirting, sliiight degradation

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You couldn’t fucking take no more. You wanted to enjoy your date with your boyfriend that day, but you had no idea he would wear a denim crop, that did nothing but accentuate his waist, so tiny and sexy, not to mention how his abs were exposed. Mingi couldn’t have not noticed that you didn’t even looked up at him when he talked to you, your eyes seemed glued to his waist, yet he was somehow enjoying your drooling reaction. It was a long evening of you getting distracted by his hips that you needed so bad beneath you. On the other hand Mingi did nothing but secretly smirking back at you, feeling your eyes constantly down his lower body. But at the end he proposed you to spend the rest of the evening by his house, god only knows what were his purposes… well somehow you could figure them out too, and by your situation in that moment you hoped with all your heart that you weren’t wrong. In fact, you wanted to fuck him so bad, so bad that you were feeling icky about how fucking wet you were, you just wanted to take care of it by using him, or vice versa, you literally didn’t fucking care about the details. Mingi noticed it, he knew every time when you got needy but damn… you literally looked like a bitch in heat from how you were clinging to him and how you stared at him, your entire behavior screamed that you wanted to be bred badly.

When he first stepped into his house he turned around to face you, holding you by your waist as he pulled you over the living room. Mingi looked down at your short figure compared to his tall one, a smirk forming on his lips. “Will you tell me what got your attention that much, pretty?” his nose brushed yours, ready to lock you in a long kiss. You wanted him now, there was no point in teasing each other any longer, you wrapped your hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, your tongues diving into your mouths while he busied himself with unbuttoning your shirt, his movements were messy, too eager to be done properly. You did the same thing with his denim crop, throwing it somewhere on the floor. You pulled away from your sloppy kiss and placed your palm on his naked chest, his heartbeat was faster than ever. You pushed him, making him fall down on the couch, he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His tongue trailed a wet line over his lips. You both stripped down completely, never breaking eye contact.

He patted his lap, moving you to sit on him. You glanced at his huge cock twitching at his movement. You sat down on his abdomen, his erected crotch pressing against your back sent shivers of arousal down your spine. “Ride my abs baby, i’m sure you’d want to” He took your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “Say it, am i right?” You automatically started rubbing yourself against his toned pelvis, his hand quickly gripped on your waist. “Fuckin say it before doing it, little slut” You sighed frustratingly. “Fuck— please Mingi i wanna ride your abs” He pinched your cheek, his cocky behavior showing. “That’s my good girl, you can go on now.” You let out the most feral sighs and loud moans once you started moving, forwards and backwards. You felt every little hill of his abs stimulating your clit, it was impressively good, a fucking bliss. You just needed more friction but your mind was already in a blank state, you threw your head back as you moved faster, your nails dig deep into Mingi’s shoulders. He was admiring you, every single detail of you, he noticed it, and loved it. Jeez if you were such a piece of art to him in that moment. “Don’t worry princess, i’ll help you” he said when he noticed you struggling to get to the highest. He quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, gripping tightly enough, the other one moved down your core, fingering you with all of his fingertips at a fast pace. He raised your head when you kept looking down at you wet cunt. “Eyes on me pretty, you know i want you to look at me whenever you cum. Feels good huh? You such a slut, getting off to my abs”

It was then that you loosed your fucking mind, you were fucked out, your mascara was smudged all over your eyelids by your teary eyes. You whined and moaned without even realizing it. Your lips were of a cherry pink from how hard you bit on them. Your hair a complete mess. And it also was when you finally got off of your high that you noticed you squirted all over his chest. Mingi was looking at all your figure with a proud smirk, his finger caressed gently your back.

“You’re the prettiest like this”

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

Bucky choking Steve is my kink

Yeahhhh 😮‍💨

We all get it. We understand.

How could you not be into it?

For real, though, even though I've definitely thought a lot about choking kink and stucky before, this ask set off a bomb in my head 😏

Bucky. Choking. Steve.

Specifically, though, this hit me over the head with a hammer imagining that Bucky has a thing for Steve's neck. It's to the point where, if pressed, Steve might say that Bucky has almost a goddamn fetish for his throat. It's definitely a kink, if not a full-blown fetish.

Bucky can't help the way he's drawn to that part of Steve's body. It's instinctual. Immediately, unconsciously, when he's looking at Steve in lust, that's where his eyes are drawn. Appreciating the vision that he is, his eyes end up stuck right there under his square jaw but above his broad shoulders and chest. It's just so pretty. His throat. It drives him insane, he swears.

When Bucky has the fortune of having Steve in his lap, Bucky kneeling on their bed, Steve on top of him, his pretty, pert ass pressed back and stretched tightly around his cock, making Steve bounce on it--he'll have his hands on Steve's hips, gripping his tight little waist, pulling him down, spearing him on his cock as he faces him, but his eyes will be on his throat. He's watching him, completely enamored by the slow, heated creep of his blush, spilling down from his cheeks toward his collarbone, eventually reaching the tight peaks of his cute, pink nipples. Painting his neck red. Heated.

Steve starts in his lap--bouncing, bouncing, bouncing--Bucky fucks him so good, though, jolting whimpers and whines out of his huge chest, that he doesn't stay like that for long. Thighs flexing, hole clenching and twitching around his thick cock, chest heaving hugely, tits jiggling. It's too pretty. Soon, Steve can't keep himself upright. All those sculpted, curvy muscles turned useless once he's gotten some good dick in him. Brain melted. In molten arousal, Steve starts trembling, unable to keep the pleasure inside him, but it gets worse. It gets better. And right then, his back arches.

Oh, fuck, that gets Bucky every time--

Every damn time.

When he arches his back, trembling in pleasure, unable to hold himself together as he moans with his whole body, not just his voice, he throws his head back, and his neck is elongated--arched. Showing off. It does Bucky in. He can't take it. Steve's entire body follows his head, arching, thrown back until he ends up on his back; his whole torso bowed, nearly broken in half, as he's filled to the brim with dick. And somehow, the best part is his arched neck.

That pale, pretty column. Kissable and so grabable.

His neck. His heart is beating so fast that Bucky can see the pulse of his thick, hot blood in the viens that wrap around his throat just under the thin, delicate skin like ivy across a brick wall. Steve moans high and pretty, the sounds fucked right out of him, ah, ah, ah, his noises never getting stuck in his throat. His Adam's apple moves entrancingly when he swallows, when he chokes, when he presses his head back into the pillows so overwhelmed.

God.

Bucky wants to eat him alive.

He wants to bite that neck. It's mouth watering. It's gorgeous. The sharp, square shape of his jaw, the smooth, unblemished, blushing skin stretched over his jawbone, flowing down his throat, his collarbone, and the tendons and muscles in his neck. It's all so unbearably alluring. Bucky swears he could write fucking sonnets about the heady attraction he feels for Steve's neck. He wants to lick and mouth at those gorgeous lines of bone, tendon, and muscles until they're glistening with sweat and spit. Glowing. Like they should be. He wants to trace those lines with his fingertips and dig his nails into them, just to hear Steve gasp. He wants to bite marks into the thick muscle between his neck and shoulders until he's bruised like a peach. He wants Steve to never wear anything again; he wants Steve to only wear tight, low neck t-shirts, and he wants everyone to see where he's had his. Where he's bitten and gabbed Steve because he wants him so badly.

He wants him. Viciously. Vivaciously. He can never get enough of him. He's a drug that Bucky is begging to overdose on. Take him out.

Bucky wants to collar that fucking throat, to own it like he knows he owns Steve but... he almost can't stand not being able to see all of it.

All of his neck.

Shit, Bucky has it bad. Even when he has his hand around his throat, he's thinking about what Steve's throat looks like naked. He's thinking about Steve turning his head to the side to crack his neck, exposing himself, he's thinking about Steve shaving in the morning, baring his throat to draw that sharp, gleaming blade down it, he's thinking about Steve tipping his head back to down a beer, throat contracting beautifully, he's thinking about the way Steve looks head hanging off the side of the bed as Bucky fucks his throat, bulging his neck with his cock, stuffing it down, he's thinking about Steve falling asleep on the sofa with his head tipped back, innocent and sweet but so perverse, he's thinking about Steve when he used to get colds, small and sharp, his tendons and collarbones sticking out so pretty, able to cut glass, and he's thinking about how when his cold left his voice hoarse, his hands would always come up to rub his throat like that would fix the ache from the outside. Yeah. He's thinking about Steve's neck. It's hypnotic. How could he not?

Bucky loses it over Steve's neck.

Bucky goes feral over his neck.

Up there with fucking his throat so deep that it bulges and Steve sputters, his eyes all glassy and hazy, Bucky's favorite is painting Steve with a pearl necklace. He can go from soft to achingly hard in an embarrassingly short amount of time with the motivation of Steve sliding to his knees, his lashes sweeping as he glances demurely up at him, sticking his chest and throat out, begging for his cum with those plush lips. Light-headed, dumbfounded by the way Steve goes from shy kitten to slutty minx at the snap of fingers. Because that's the thing--

Steve might claim he's clumsy and he can't dance, saying he's got two left feet without any rhythm, but the moment Bucky gets him out of his head, fuck dumb, submerged in boiling lust, he turns into a swan.

All pale skin, all grace, long, powerful limbs surrendering to Bucky's will with nothing more than an involuntary tremble of bliss--feathers ruffled. All Bucky has to do is touch him right, and he yields to him. Arching and stretching, swooning into the touch. He coos soft and breathy, "oh, oh, ohhh," with his hip jerking up, thighs shaking, and his back arching, his throat slim and long and gorgeous, flushed pink. Baring, curving, exposing his neck like an offering.

An offering Bucky can't resist. There's just something about Steve's neck that turns him into an animal.

How did this choking kink ask turn into an answer with hardly an actual hand-on-the-throat action?? 💀💀

[fandomfluffandfuck]

S, when I said I was taking notes, I wasn’t kidding >:) I present to you *drumroll* filth!

“Honey. Are you gonna be good for Sir?” Sebastian’s voice is silk and rich, and Chris is pretty damn sure he’ll drown in it. His brain doesn’t work, it’s covered in honey and golden light. He just nods, eyes big and begging.

“Use your words, pretty puppy.” Sebastian’s smile is honestly the only thing keeping him tethered to the Earth.

“Please, Sir… want it… please…Wanna be your good puppy.” Chris whines, burying his head into Seb’s thigh. Sebastian’s hand is in his hair, and it makes him so glad he kept it long after filming.

“Aw, what a good boy I’ve got, tellin’ his Sir exactly what he wants.” There’s not a single thought in Chris’s head that isn’t devoted to pleasing Sebastian right now. He tilts his head up to look at him through his eyelashes.

“Come on up, sweet angel. Let Sir see you.” Sebastian’s command takes a second to process, but as soon as it does, Chris scrambles up to sit in his lap.

Before he knows it, there are fingers in his mouth and he moans, eyelids fluttering. He adores having something in his mouth. It used to be cigarettes, but now it’s candy or if he’s lucky, Sir’s fingers. He sucks on them like it’s the only thing he knows how to do, and preens under the praise it gets him. Soon, his sweatpants are being thrown to the side and there are firm, hot hands gripping his thighs. He’s making noises he wasn’t even aware he could make, but he’s so goddamn desperate for anything Sebastian will give him that he doesn’t seem to care.

(and I’m aware that the timeline doesn’t match up but I’m picturing this seb with this chris)

related to this

*gasp* For me? Filth? I love filth!

Oh. my. fucking. GOD.

*groooooan*

Puppy Chris with the long hair. I fucking can't. And that puppy begging and blushing and drooling and nuzzling Sebastian's thighs and having fingers in his mouth 😮‍💨😮‍💨

The mental image of Sebastian pulling his thick, dirty blonde hair with one hand while shoving fingers into his mouth with the other? Jesus Christ. I am WEAK.

ALSO, the little detail about how he used to always have cigarettes in his mouth, and sometimes now it's candy. I just--that just took me out. I don't know why, but, just, yeah. 🥴 It's so sweet to me that Chris--such a big, classically masculine guy--has a sweet tooth. Puppy energy, 100%.

So. Uh. Yes.

Chris, on his knees, between Sebastian's spread thighs, fingers in his mouth, the ends of his long hair tugged just enough to make pain sparkle over his scalp and drip down his spine, leaving his killer eyelashes fluttering, savoring the pleasure. He's so fucking hard himself, he's starting to ache, but it really just makes him suck harder at Sebastian's fingers, chasing them, choking on them, his cheeks burning hotter.

Anyway--

Thank you

I very much enjoyed this filth™️