#hes so yummy

[forsworned]

quick appreciation for johnny's thighs

okay carry on🫡

[iheartjameshetfield]

lord forgive me for i am about to sin 🙏🙏

i truly believe that during this specific era, james had the biggest size kink. so big it would drive him feral.

he’s just obsessed with making you seem small just so that he could take care of you in every way possible. he loves how his large hands can cover up almost your entire torso when he’s holding you, fucking into you.

he loves seeing his bulge appear in your stomach. it just makes him fuck you even deeper, wanting to see how big the bulge could get. or the way he rests his elbows on each side of you, trapping you and you try to claw onto him.

whenever you suck him off, he always has to bring his cock to your face, comparing you to him as he wonders how the fuck were you supposed to put all that in your mouth?? he spits over your lips, bringing his hand down to grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open with his thumb, making you suck on it. after he pulls his thumb out, he’d bring his tip, smearing his precum against your lips before motioning for you to open your mouth, tapping his cock on your tongue.

he couldn’t wait anymore, so without any warning, he thrusts himself into your mouth, making you gag. he sees the mark of your lipstick near his base, he lets out a breathy moan. you bring up both of your hands to stroke him, wanting him to feel as good as possible. he loves pulling out paint your face, wanting to make you look as messy as possible with your unruly hair and runny mascara and smeared lipstick. he spreads his cum all over your face, feeding some of it to you.

he remembers the time you wanted to be the one on top for once. you had never tried this position with him yet. he was so gentle, murmuring sweet words of encouragement. you were sat on top of him, knees on each side as you stroke his cock. when you’re ready, he has his hands on your hips, lifting you so he could set you on his dick very slowly. the sight was almost comedic, seeing your eyes pop out as you hiss from the stretch.

“it’s okay, sweet girl, take your time.”

you whine and whimper when you finally take all of him, causing james to groan as he brings his hand to the bulge that appeared in your stomach, rubbing his hand there and around your tummy. you were so tight around him, and he tried his hardest to resist the urge from fucking you at an inhuman pace, but with the way you were clenching around him, he couldn’t take it slow much longer.

he got up from the couch, effortlessly carrying you with him as he cradled you with one arm, and the other rests beside your head against the wall as he fucks mercilessly into you. you cry out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you muffle the sounds of your whines into the crook of his neck. it didn’t take long for the both of you to cum. he brings the hand that was resting against the wall and uses it to stroke your hair, mumbling sweet words as he peppers you kisses,

“you did so good for me, princess. i didn’t hurt you, did i?” he coos.

he continues to baby you, setting you on the couch to clean the cum from his thighs and from you. he lays down on the couch next to you, bringing you into his arms as you both fall asleep, his arm wrapping around the entirety of you.

this absolutely sucked i’m sorry but i just needed to get this out of my system.

[bitter-hibiscus]

OLLIE LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD IN THIS ART STYLE HOLY SHIT

[yestrday]

the concept of yandere kaveh is so tasty... like, a man who believes that everyone's needs is more important than his is such a good foundation for a self-sacrificing yandere.

he'll absolutely tear himself apart just to appease you and tend to all your needs and cares. he'll lose himself in making sure that everything he does is up to your standards, and when it isn't... imagine how distraught he'll be. he makes everything about you and you alone, if only for you to cast a single smile his way.

he thinks he'll be satisfied with one smile, but then his obsession grows. you're perfection in his eyes, and he wants more. he'll run himself ragged trying to get your approval and affection, and even when he does already have you, he's willing to sacrifice everything that he has and his just for you to continue loving him.

[jesuistrestriste]

You’re Such a Loser pt. 2

nsfw fic ! 18+

part twoo (part one) !! i hope that those who liked pt. one will like this part just as much :) it’s a lil bit of a switch in dynamic (pun not intended)

content warnings: switch(dom)!art donaldson, switch(sub)!reader, reader guiding art through domming, begging, brief choking, slight hate fucking themes, orgasm denial, slight bit of tears/crying (he’s okay), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, praise, degradation, creampie.

all that frustration from losing his matches has built up in him, and now Art is ready to let it all out. only because you’re letting him, of course.

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He’s diving back into your cunt without hesitation, lapping at the remnants of your orgasm that have spilled and sprayed down your inner thighs. His arms are hooking under your legs so that he can bury his tongue deeper and deeper into you.

You groan deeply, running your fingers through his hair before pulling the locks taut in your fist.

“Yes, baby, just like that.. your mouth always feels so damn good,” you breathe out, moaning at his expert tongue skills.

As you gaze down at him, you can see the way that his eyes are squeezing shut and his brows are turned up in arousal as he licks at your insides. He lets out a pathetic whimper at your words of praise, which shoots a mouthful of vibrations up through your form. Your knees tremble, clamping down on his flushed cheeks, and you use your grip on his hair to guide him gently up to your clit. He takes notice of your cue, and moves his mouth up to suck your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp brokenly and toss your head back, before looking down again to see his face.. and god, he is beautiful. His brows are still knitted up, but now his big aquamarine eyes are watery and looking up at you like a lost puppy. He was all yours. Just yours, and he knew it too -- in fact, he loved it.

“That’s it, sweetheart, doing so--mmf!--so well,” you moan out, using your hand to now stroke at the back of his head and give him a bit more physical stimulation. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your fingers brushing against his scalp, and out of habit he reaches up with one of his free hands and uses his middle and ring finger to brush against your dripping hole. Immediately, you wince at the contact, and he lets out a drawn out groan that you can tell is an incoherent plea for permission. You nod.

He wastes no time in turning his wrist so that his hand is palm-side up, and then his fingers are gliding into you without any resistance whatsoever. Your body is absolutely starved for him at this point, and you can’t do a thing to hide it. As he feels your insides wrap warmly around his digits, his eyes prick with tears while he continues to mouth at your clit.

He brings his head back, detaching his mouth from your body, and moves to look longingly at the way your fingers are sucking him in every time he pulls them back. Your slick is covering his chin and his lips, which are currently parted in arousal as he huffs and puffs from desperation. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, relishing in the way that he can feel you clench and twitch.

“You’re so hot,” he whispers, not breaking eye contact with the point of connection between your body and his. He then decides to bury his two fingers so deep inside of you that they actually completely disappear. Next thing you know, he’s curling his fingers repeatedly in the “come hither” motion while he’s still buried up to the hilt. About thirty seconds of this is all it takes for you to get there.

“SHIT-! Oh my god, Art, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m g’na-”

You manage to moan out a quick warning before your hips are arching into his touch, going completely still for a few moments. Then, wave after wave of your orgasm washes over you, causing your pelvis to spasm rapidly as you babble incoherent phrases of praise to your partner.

Art’s mouth is now completely agape, his eyes lidded, as he takes in the show of your orgasm, not stopping the movements of his fingers. You couldn’t really tell over the sound of your own vocality, but he was letting out tiny whines and whimpers from the way that your body was making his cock leak pathetically in his already-soiled boxers. He could barely hold his second orgasm off.. it was so damn hard.

After you collapse fully on the bed in an attempt to recover in your afterglow, sticky with sweat and panting heavily, you are now able to fully hear Art’s pure and unfiltered anguish. He’s moaning lowly as he glances from your cunt down to his clothed cock, which is jumping over and over in his underwear -- begging for attention. He then moves to pull his wet fingers from inside of your pussy, which allows for a few drops of viscous wetness to spill from your hole. Without hesitation, he lurches forward with his pretty tongue sitting gently on top of his bottom lip so that he can gulp down the taste of your release. He sucks and licks greedily at your hole, letting his eyes flutter closed as he grips his own thighs. He doesn’t want to touch himself yet. After all, you never gave him permission.

“You’re such a good boy, baby.. so needy and hungry for me, aren’t you?”

He nods quickly but shakily, his nose brushing against your clit as his mouth continues to relentlessly engulf your heat.

“You want me to let you cum?” you ask, knowing from his track record that he’s probably already on the edge.

He pulls back, licking at his bottom lip to not waste any of your taste, before he removes his hands from gripping his legs and instead places them to your waist. He digs his fingers into your soft flesh as he looks up at you from his position on the floor.

“Please, please, I’m already there-- just tell me I can and I will! I promise,” he gasps out, drawing out the second half of ‘promise’ to emphasize his sheer closeness. His brows are still turned up as tears start to well in his eyes. He’d cry if you said no, you knew that. The real question was: did you want to keep punishing him tonight? Had he had enough?

“Tell me how bad you want it, love.”

You could stand to be cruel a little bit longer.

He whines, his fingers clenching around the skin of your hips, as his pelvis continues to buck involuntarily.

“I want it so badly- I wanna cum- I’m so close, please please please.. I don’t know if I can stop it,” he moans, the slight friction of his cock against his wet boxers pushing him closer and closer to the point of no return.

“What if I said no?”

“Nooo, god, please don’t.. I’ve already made you cum.. I could prob’ly cum just from you telling me that I can.. can I? Oh shit, please-”

“I’ll tell you what: I’ll let you cum if you can take control for once.” 

He looks at you, confused, before trying to stave off his orgasm by biting down on your thigh as he lets out a broken whimper. You yelp, before stroking his hair, knowing that he was deep in an animalistic state of mind -- he didn’t mean to hurt you, he just was trying so hard to be good.

“Use your words, Art.” 

He releases you from between his teeth, before tears are spilling down his cheeks.

“I,” he sobs, “I can try.. but you know that I’m not like that..”

“I know, baby, I know. I want to teach you. Would you like to try that?”

He nods. He’d do anything to cum at this point.

You use your hands to push yourself farther back onto the bed so that your head is now close to the headboard. Art watches your every move, but stays as still as he can. He still wanted to please you, and didn’t want to do anything without your say-so. This was going to have to change within the next ten minutes.

You pat the bed’s comforter, and he immediately crawls up onto the bed and hovers over your form. His breathing remains uneven as his cheeks continue to flush with the torment of his delayed release. The erection in his boxers is still as stiff as ever, and you eye the way that it visibly jumps with anticipation.

One of your hands reaches up to comfortingly caress his face, and he leans into your touch.

“Breathe, honey, breathe. You’ll get what you want soon.”

He sighs, which almost turns into a moan, but he cuts himself off as you start to give instruction.

“Okay, first I want you to take off my top and bra. Undress me, understand?”

“Yeah,” he responds breathlessly, moving to pull your shirt over your head and unclasp your bra in under a minute. You were now completely naked, and he allowed himself the pleasure of drinking in the sight of your uncovered body. You were so gorgeous, it made his dick twitch.

“Good. Now, take off your boxers and shirt. I wanna see you,” you couldn’t help staying in a dominant headspace for a few seconds more.. it was just so fun to boss him around. He was so quick to follow directions, too.

He unsurprisingly does as he’s told, swiftly removing his gray tee and pulling down his boxers. At the sight of his bare cock, you bite your lower lip and place a hand on the back of his neck to guide him down to meet your mouth. You kiss him deeply, letting your own tongue lick his as he reciprocates with equal ferocity. He’s mashing his lips with yours, moaning into your open mouth when you pull back to switch the angle of your head. You bite down on his bottom lip before sucking it, which causes him to groan deep in his chest. Your hands snake to his lower back and you pull him down in one swift motion so that his body is now pressed flushed to yours as you continue to make out. A few more moments of this go by before Art knows that he has to speak up.. 

“I th-think I’m gonna c-cum,” he stutters, rubbing his hard cock against your lower stomach, “I can’t hold it, I cannn’t-!”

You reach down quickly and grasp his dick, which makes his eyes roll back into his low lids, and then you’re sliding it inside of your tight hole without warning.

“Nnghh-! I’m--fuck!” he sobs out, immediately spilling a thick, warm load inside of you. You let him thrust shallowly into you as he pumps you full of cum.

“Ah hah hah haah-!” he cries as he overstimulates his cock by continuing to fuck himself through his long-awaited orgasm.

As you watch his face with a smile and feel his throbbing dick inside of you, Art suddenly pushes himself up onto his hands so that he’s looking down at you. He’s gasping for more air but his brows are sitting low on his face and he looks weirdly upset.

You reach a hand up to his face, but he grabs your wrist with one hand and shakes his head without breaking eye contact with you.

“Don’t,” he breathes out, before beginning to thrust his spent cock more forcefully inside of you. Was he pissed that you had initially denied him..?

“Wha-”

“Don’t say anything, please,” he cuts you off, “just let me fuck you some more..” 

You close your mouth, feeling a new kind of heat swirl in your gut. There was something about his tone that was new for him.. there was a bit of authority in it. Art hangs his head as he groans, pulling his cock all the way out to the tip before slamming it back into you. The wind feels like it just got knocked completely out of your lungs, and you squirm on the sheets.

“You feel so good.. f-fuck, I’m already hard again,” he moans, a growl beginning to creep up his throat.

A moan escapes your lungs as you let your head fall back into the plush pillow, and then before you can fully comprehend what he’s doing, his hand is over your mouth. His elbow is resting by your neck as his palm covers the lower half of your face and muffles your sounds.

“I said to be quiet,” he says gruffly, now speeding up the movements of his hips. They snap back and forth with a renewed sense of fervor, filling you up with his heavy cock with every thrust inside of you. You moan, although muffled, and you can tell that your stifled sounds were driving him crazy.

“You did a lot of talking tonight, babe, now let me say something--” 

You drool under his hand, your mouth open and panting, as you try to focus on his words,

“I don’t get why you called me a loser when you’re my coach.. my loss is your loss- shit!” 

The tip of his cock hits your cervix as you clench around him, causing him to briefly lose his train of thought. He finds it quicker than you thought he would, though.

“So that means that you’re a loser too, aren’t you?” he spits out with gritted teeth, leaning down close to your face and looking deep into your eyes. You compulsively whimper and buck your hips up to meet his.

“Use your words, baby,” he mocks you from earlier, anger laced potently in his command.

He knows that you can’t talk coherently right now, and it’s not his hand that’s stopping you. He knows damn well that if he removed his hand from your mouth, you’d still be a slurring mess of moans and pleas for more beneath him. His cock was fucking you so well, and it was hitting all of the right places at all of the right times. You weren’t sure you were going to last much longer, and neither was he to be honest..

Before, he was in the mindset of a defeated, washed-up tennis champ, but now he was taking on the same persona that he did when he was in his prime. When he won back-to-back matches. He was a fucking beast.

“Mmmph-! Mm-!” your moans rolled around in your chest and were muffled by Art’s large palm as he continued to fuck mercilessly into you. You felt the cord in your gut being pulled taut.. ready to snap at any moment..

Suddenly, he pulls his hand from your mouth and groans, bringing it up to his mouth as he licks depravedly at your drool left behind on his skin. You whimper at the sight, and he follows it up with a similar vocalization before speaking down to you.

“You taste so good, baby, fuck fuck...” he pants, the movements of his hips becoming sloppier by the second.

he places his wet palm down across the center of your collarbones, and you groan lowly at the feeling, before you take his wrist and manually move his hand up to the base of your throat.

“please,” you whimpered. 

and he readily obliged.

Art squeezes gently at the sides of your throat, stifling the blood flow to your brain and initiating the spread of a pleasant fuzziness throughout your body and head that made your impending orgasm feel that-much-more intense. 

“you like that? you like when i choke you, baby..?” he moans, clearly enjoying the switch in dynamic as much as you were.

you nod immediately, trying to take in more oxygen as his fingers pressed deliberately against your pulse. then, he released you from his grasp like a lion drops a gazelle from its mouth before feasting upon it.

you take a huge, broken breath into your lungs before everything begins to feel like it’s getting too much .. everything feels too good right now.. 

“Honeyimgonna-mffphh!-imgonnacumpleaseohmygod” you couldn’t stop the slurry of nonsensical pleas and whines as you felt your orgasm getting ready to wash over you.

“I’m gonna give it to you so good.. i wanna fill you up.. you’d be nowhere without me, let’s face it.. if i didn’t win any matches we’d have no income.. so i’m not a goddamn loser.. i’m not.. i’m.. i..”

Art was becoming more and more incomprehensible the closer he got, and then he felt everything crash down around him once your orgasm started to rip through you and pulse around him.

“OH GOD! HOLY SH- OH FFFUCK! I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING!” he shouts, unable to hold anything back as he fills you up again.

You feel the warmth and tingly pressure of his release spread throughout your cunt as you cum on his throbbing cock, your eyes rolling as your head tips back against the bed. You whimper and groan as you take in the feeling of your second orgasm of the night, and relish in the heat and aftermath of your partner’s third one.

After you both come down slightly from your highs, Art collapses in a sticky, sweaty mess on top of you as his chest heaves against yours. You close your eyes, smiling, as your hands move to rub lovingly at his lower back. As his head rests heavily in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, he slowly pulls his hips back and you whimper as the feeling of emptiness starts to rush through you in the absence of his length.

You could feel his cum oozing down your pussy, and you laughed softly at the sudden realization of the reality of your situation.

“You know,” you huffed, still trying to catch your breath, “i think you just came inside of me.” 

he laughs.

“i don’t think i could have stopped that from happening..” he smirks, rubbing his soft but sensitive cockhead against the inner part of your right thigh.

“right, right.. all i’m saying is that you better not get me pregnant. you’re already a handful as it is.”

“You love it,” he whispers, picking up his head slightly to bite at your neck.

“Whatever you say, loser.”

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guys, this took so long to finally finish up and that’s on me lmaoo

writer’s block had me in a firm chokehold n i didn’t like it

i feel like i ended this fic a bit quickly, but i think that can mostly be chalked up to sleep deprivation.

anyways, hope this quenched ur mike faist thirst for the moment, but i have more ideas that i want to write about asap.. so there’s definitely some more hot stuff coming soon hehe

[clover-46]

who’s your favorite? mines david my beloved 💕

[axztio]

i dream about soul punk patrick

[sister-lucifer]

I don’t think you all understand what I mean when I say Micheal Myers is a massive man.

Below is a screenshot from the RZ Halloween which i often use as a frame of reference for his height and HOLY FUCKING SHIT

AND HES NOT EVEN STANDING UP ALL THE WAY. HIS HEAD IS DOWN AND HES SLOUCHING.

WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY FEEDING HIM IN THE ASYLUM BC HE IS TOO DAMN BIG

side note: gotta love those two guards standing there as if they’re gonna be able to do jack shit if micheal loses it

[shoeethesilly]

Everyone, I have officially fallen in love with the local alcoholic.

[c-nstellati-ns]

Kratos- B,M,O,W

kratos - nsfw alphabet

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i do think kratos prides himself on the muscles he's worked hard to gain over the years of hard training, so he embraces his entire body and treats it like a temple. but if he had to choose, it'd def be his legs- more specifically, his thighs. they're well toned, but balanced w/ enough fat that make them nice to grab and feel. on his partner, kratos likes their hands. he thinks it's selfish of him, but he loves how they feel on him. they make him feel secure.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

feats of strength. he loves it when you're both sparring with each other for a while and you suddenly overpower him- pinning him down by the wrists above his head, keeping his legs stuck underneath you. you both lay there for a moment, panting heavily as you try to regain your breathing. kratos looks especially delectable when he smiles, tempting you even then. but it works vice versa as well. his favourite thing is seeing you look stunned when he manages to get you restrained, looking so cute when he finally gets his hands on you. don't be surprised when he gets touchy with you when you take a bath together <3

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

kratos loves giving it as much as he receives it. though, there's a small part of his brain that always conditions him to want to please you. he believes you should have the best, so therefore he's going to give you the best. definitely the best head in the nine realms. he enjoys hearing your praises when he takes you down his throat and revels in the feeling of you cumming over his face. seeing you happy is the only thing he needs. kratos won't mind if you grab him by the back of the neck and using him as you please, you know how much he likes it rough.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he's kind of whore. it was much more apparent in his younger days in olympus, but even now- he has his moments. kratos has no shame whatsoever. if he wants you, hes going to have you. if you're out on a quest together camping up with the others, he will not hesitate to touch up on you when you're both alone in your shared tent... you'll just have to stay quiet while he rides you. if you'll have him, he'll do it anywhere you wish. whether that be in public, private, in the damn forest on the floor- he won't hesitate to get down and dirty. hell, he's even thought of threesomes before... he hasn't yet brought it up to you, but the thought of getting spitroasted or double penetration is a very exciting one to him.

[lucvly]

oh my GODDDD THE THOUGHTS GOING THROUGH MY HEAD AT THIS MOMENT.

[har-rison-s]

felipe otaño your smile is too pretty. your nose is too perfect. your eyes are too beautiful. they'll get you

[iheartjameshetfield]

i tried getting these thoughts out of my mind, i really did…

this james would be into the filthiest fucking things ever and if you say anything else you’re a liar

i’ve had this thought where he’s on the bed, his back against the headboard and you’re on top of him for the sole purpose of making HIM ONLY feel good

there’s just smth so degrading abt the fact that he’s letting you do all the work and not even get rewarded for it.

he would force you to edge yourself on his cock, not even moving a single muscle and just letting you do all the work as he watches your cunt deliciously swallow him

your hands would be planted on his chest for leverage as you bounce over him as fast as you physically could, but you were just so tired from being edged all night, you didn’t even noticed that you’d slowed down until you fully stopped moving

“don’t fucking stop” he seethes “faster, come on” he slaps the side of your thigh for emphasis as you cry out, too tired to move, but continue anyway

“please james, i cant” tears spring the corner of your eyes as the friction against your folds become too much to handle

“shut up and fucking move”

you feel a knot tightening up in your stomach for the third time that night as you clench around james’ cock, causing him to let out a strangled moan

“shit, yeah just like that” a cocky smile appears on his lips as he tries to catch his breath

he hears you attempting to muffle your moans as you grind yourself harder and faster on him, feeling your release coming up

james notices this and yanks your hands off of his chest, using his grasp as leverage to pull you closer to him as your grinds come to a halt

“i thought i fucking told you not to cum?” he grunts

“please james, i’ve earned it, let me cum, i’ll do anything” at this point you weren’t sure if you were crying from embarrassment or from the stimulation

“you’ve earned it when i tell you you’ve earned it” he abruptly lets go of your hands, causing you to fall back against his chest “now come on, make me cum. that’s all you’re good for anyway”

you start moving over him again, your thighs trembling as you bring your hands back to rest on his thighs, making it a little easier for you to move

the room was filled with the slick sounds of your cunt moving over his cock and your plush ass slapping against his thighs

when you feel him twitch inside you, you let out a sigh of relief, using every ounce of energy in you to bounce faster

“ohhh, fuck, i’m gonna cum. gonna pump deep inside of you, okay? shit shit shit” he lets out a low groan as he thrusts upward, bringing his hands to your hips as he holds you still over him, forcing you to drain every ounce of cum

when he let go of you, you got off from on top of him, his cum falling from your cunt. even after you got off of him, you noticed that he wasn’t finished, his cock twitching as more cum falls from the tip.

he uses his cum to stroke himself easier, massaging his balls until he finished unloading every drop of cum.

the sight of his thick thighs covered in your slick and his cum, the way he moans as he rubs his thumb over his tip, it made you whine, clenching your thighs together.

the sound brought james’ attention back to you, his mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as his brows are fused together. “be a good girl and clean up your mess”

your eyes widened in surprise as you let out a dumb little “huh” making james laugh at you

“well it’s not gonna clean itself” he sighs “on your knees, come on. put that pretty mouth to good use”

you shakily move farther down the bed, looking into his eyes while doing so, just waiting for the moment to tell you that he’s just kidding, but it doesn’t happen.

once you’re far enough down, he spreads his legs so that you can access him easier, his cock already hardening again when he sees the intimidated look on your face

you bring your palm up to stroke him, gathering all the cum and wetness covering him up as you hesitantly bring your mouth to his tip.

he lets out a hiss as you suck on him, his thighs clenching and unclenching. you pull off him to lick the sides on his cock, cleaning him up. you move away so you could comfortably put him in your mouth, fitting in as much as you could as you play with his balls.

“good girl” he praises, watching you suck him off.

you feel him twitch in your mouth so pull away, wanting to clean up a bit more before he makes a mess again. you bury your face in the bed so that you can comfortably lick his balls clean, his cock resting over your face. when you finished, you started stroking him again, taking him in your mouth as you starting lapping up his tip

his whole body shakes as he lets out a shudder, his hand finding it’s way to the roots of your hair to unexpectedly push you down, making you gag. you continue you suck him off, your throat clenching around his tip as you lick the sides of his cock, practically slobbering all over him

he watches as his fat cock slides between your lips, not even making it all the way in your mouth. “look at you, so fucking cock drunk, you’ll do anything i say. fuck, m’ gonna cum down your throat, that what you want? want me to feed you my cum?” you moan around him as an answer, causing him to curse.

he forces your head down all the way, not caring about your gagging as he strokes himself through your throat, his hot seed spilling out of his tip directly down your throat. he keeps you still, your nose against his pubic bone, until he’s sure that every drop of his seed was down you throat “atta girl” he praises in between moans

the second he pulls your mouth off of him, you cough, bringing your hands up to your mouth to wipe the spit and cum around your puffy lips.

he sees your tear stained eyes, your face red and puffy as mascara covers your cheeks and your lipstick smeared across you chin and lips. he feels pity for you, so he motions you to crawl up to him so you can snuggle close to him.

you don’t look him in the eyes as you crawl, immediately laying your head on his chest as he cradles you into him. “im so sorry baby” he whispers to you

“s’ okay. im fine, really” you assure him, sniffling a little

he strokes your hair, scratching your scalp before threading his hands into your locks “you did fucking amazing” he places a kiss atop your head “my sweet girl”

“thank you” you beam, clutching his chest tighter as he brings the blanket to cover the both of you up

i feel like i should crawl into a hole and never show my face on this app ever again.

[pettyprocrastination]

thinking about how soap is def the type of guy who can laugh during sex. He’s the motherfucker thats kissing you while walking down the hall and bumping into a bookshelf, laughing against your lips and mumbling “fuck, sorry” while you both undress and snorts when your arm gets stuck in your shirt before helping you slip out of it with gentle hands then promptly fucking you stupid

[mamaestapa]

joseph i’m supposed to be taking a break from writing, quit giving me ideas😩

he looks SO GOOD

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The House of Long Shadows (1984)