#i have thots okay

[attroxx]

having a lot of thoughts and feelings about axel but i am at work & cannot write them down. very frustrating. yells. just wait till i get home….

[bloobluebloo]

*sipping on a cherry slush* You folks should really not have me going off like that first thing in the morning

[unholyplumpprincess]

Do wanna make a Ghostface x Reader fic but have it be wlw

Bc listen Ghostface can be Anyone and Anything and I just think Ghostface (esp the Devil version) should be a gal and she Should demolish me

[gangrenados]

Okay listen: yandere!Clark Kent would be scary as fuck, I have no doubts about that.

The guy is so sweet and twisted on the head, imagine having to deal with someone that powerful who just happens to be obsessed in love with you.

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou has never cared much about whether or not his partner is experienced, or less experienced. Never had much of a kink or fetish when it came down to how much sexual experience someone had, but—there’s just something about you. You with your unsure lip biting and lowered eyes, your twisting hands and nervous little chuckles.

“I don’t really know how to kiss,” you share with him, a secret, a whisper passed from your hovering mouth to his own. It’s been an odd some amount of dates you two have been on by now, and this time you went back to his apartment afterwards. You sit on your knees beside him on his too big couch, his legs facing you, arm around your waist, yours around his shoulders.

“Really?” Bakugou asks, doesn’t mean to sound as teasing as he does, as breathless. But, he’s surprised more than anything—you, as sinfully seductive as you are, don’t know how to kiss someone? He leans back to take you all in, a tiny little smile lilting the corners of his mouth.

“No, not really,” you murmur, running a hand through the hair on his nape, eyes bouncing all over his face, yet avoiding his eyes. “Will you teach me?” You ask, and who is Bakugou if not a weak man?

So he shows you the proper way to kiss somebody, a hands on demonstration. He pulls you in real close, guides your head to tilt to the right, purse your lips like this, run your tongue over his like that. Now suck on it, let out all the pretty sounds if it feels good, kiss him just like that. And before you know it, you’re a pro.

The next time you see him, you ask him the proper way to give someone a hickey. I don’t wanna give you a blood clot, you had laughed, sitting on his lap this time. And Bakugou, ever the great teacher that he is, shows you how. Demonstrating on your neck, your collarbone, your tummy, your inner thigh, the curve of your ass. You don’t give him nearly as many hickeys as he gives you, but the big purpled one sitting over his pulse point, he wears proudly until it fades. And after that, he’s asking for another, and another.

And after a few months into your relationship, do things finally start getting real hot and heavy. He sits at the island in his place, tired, arms folded, back leaning against the island and his head lolled over on his shoulders. He’s surprised when you sink to your knees in front of him, all doe eyed and incubus smile, hands resting on his thighs.

“Can you show me how?” You don’t even have to specify what you’re talking about, but you eye the way his cock already jumps to attention under his shorts. If this were anyone else, he’d bat them away and tell them that he didn’t feel like playing teacher. But with you—he’d gladly show you any and everything your heart has ever yearned to know.

“Breathe through your nose, baby.” He instructs you, hand gathering your hair in his fists. Your mouth stretches wide around his cock, eyes watering, but you push through it all. He tells you to wrap your lips around your teeth, to swallow whenever his tip brushes the back of your throat. Shows you how to stroke whatever you can’t reach, rub his balls in your palm whenever he starts getting close.

He doesn’t have to teach you how to swallow.

When you ride Bakugou for the first time, you don’t even have to ask for instructions. Just give him that look, all pouty and pitiful, hands on his chest as you grind against his cock resting against your lower belly. Barely any words are spoken as he guides you, lifts your hips, teases his tip against your hole, stomach fluttering in anticipation.

After that, you feel like a pro when it comes to doing anything with Bakugou. But, he doesn’t mind playing teacher whenever you need a little bit of guidance.

[thecandlesticksfromlesmis]

truly the most egregious part of the 2012 Les Mis is that they changed Valjean’s line from

“It’s the story of those who always loved you, your mother gave her life for you then gave you to my keeping.”

to

“it’s the story, of one who turned from hating. The man who only learned to love when you were in his keeping.”

LIKE?????!! How dare they remove Valjean specifically mentioning Fantine’s sacrifice and putting that before he mentions his own part in the story?? How dare they make Valjean imply that it was only when Cosette came into his keeping that he stopped hating everything and learned to love WHEN THE FUCKING BISHOP IS THE REASON FOR THE GODDAMN SEASON????

Like OF COURSE Cosette softened Valjean, of course he became a better man when he became her father, of course their relationship is important.

But this story would not have happened without the love of the bishop and it was his love that rekindled the love that was dormant in Valjean’s heart. And it was Fantine that fanned that flame, then Cosette’s that kept it steady.

I just hate how flat it makes Valjean’s story seem. “It’s the story, of those who always loved you.” Is THE answer Cosette has been searching for her whole life. I wish they’d kept it in instead of feeling like the audience would only feel fulfilled by Valjean’s story if he only mentioned his direct relationship to Cosette.

Whatever idk. It’s a good Les Mis for a lot of reasons, but a bad one for a lot of reasons too 🥲

[underkunimi]

i think luffy and law are the couple that just don’t care(they’re pirates)(also hear me out). like obviously at first, law is like ‘hey maybe not in front of our crews’ but then at some point, he just stops caring. not only are they connected by the hip, you can literally find one of them hoisted onto something or pressed against a flat surface with their tongues in each other’s mouths. luffy is absolutely insatiable and law kinda loves it. don’t go to the crow’s nest after dinner, luffy is in law’s lap practically devouring him. on warm nights, you might find law pressed against the railing of the Sunny or pressed against a door. on most days, luffy makes law sit up on the helm with him and they give each other kisses while watching the open sea. law watching luffy absolutely devour his meal and has to give luffy the absolute filthiest kiss ever. they’re on an island, luffy is dragging law to the nearest secluded corner or alleyway and shoving his tongue down law’s throat

[eddiesghxst]

steddie x sensitive!reader where eddie’s ur best friend that you do ‘more than best friend’ things with and steve was the asshole at school that would tease you and always make you cry.

eddie knew about it but he didn’t know your bully was steve so when eddie and steve start working together and you stop by one day eddie doesn’t think much of it when u see steve and ur really jumpy and look like ur ready to bolt out of there because you’re often shy around strangers.

and steve doesn’t even fucking remember you and so when you leave steve is like “is she always that jumpy?? like was i being weird or??” and eddie just shakes his head and is like “nah she just has a hard time w strangers. some asshole used to tease the shit out of her in high school. she never told me who it was but the day i find out i swear i’ll hunt them down and strangle them myself.” and steve is like wow what kind of an asshole would do that to a girl like you??

because steve thinks you’re pretty and sweet and he likes you and he thinks he wants to ask you out but how will he do that when he: 1 - can’t seem to have a conversation with you and not scare you off 2 - is convinced you and eddie are definitely dating even if eddie says it’s not like that and 3 - can’t decide who he’s more jealous of when he sees how close you two are

because is that even normal? is it normal to like two people at the same time? is it normal to feel left out when you and eddie are snuggled together during movie night? is it normal to want to hold both of your hands, kiss both you, touch both of you??? iS iT ?!!?!

[chelseasdagger]

frank and his hairstyles over the years

reblog and write in the tags your favorite style + why!!

[bellaxgiornata]

Just over here thinking about Michael’s ass for 2 separate fics now. Don't mind me.

I just want to bite things.

[sprout-fics]

Thursday Thot: please…I’m on my knees begging…I need more of the hide and seek gangbang, when Gaz takes reader to Price after he’s done with her

Oh goodie I was really hoping someone would request this. Have interrogation style Price having his way with you

Where Gaz got the blindfold, you have no idea. Where he got the idea of the blindfold, however, is crystal clear.

Price.

When Gaz had draped the fabric across your eyes it had shielded the already dark world around you into nothingness, had forced you to rely entirely on his touch as he guided you on wobbly legs to an unknown destination. His cum still drips down the inside of your thighs, mixing salaciously with the already combined fluids of Ghost and Soap from where they pumped you full. You can still feel the remnants of your climax lurk in your core, tug taut at your muscles, wanting more, more. It shudders through you, sets your breath catching in your chest where you kneel on the concrete floor, hands zip-tied behind your back, the world dark and enigmatic around you. 

Gaz had dragged you off for what seemed like miles, forcing your stumbling feet ahead of him. All the while his voice had been harsh, playing the villain, and yet his touch was gentle, thumb tracing the arch of your nape under his gloved thumb as he directed you.

Now, he’s gone, and in his place you hear footsteps pace around you, circling you, drawing ever closer like they’re circling the drain with you at the center. 

“Should have known better than to run, sweetheart.” Price gravels above you, behind you. He doesn’t touch you, not yet, watches you stay entirely still for him. Patient, waiting, deferent to his command. “I can’t have little mice running around my base.”

His hand settles in your hair then, and you almost want to arch into the touch, bump your cheek against the graze of his palm. Yet you hold back, restrain yourself to the part of the victim, of a hostage helpless to his whims. Instead you offer a little whimper as his hand curls with just a small amount of pressure into your scalp.

“Shhh.” He gentles you, and the hand goes soft again. The air in your chest feels unbalanced, confused, and in this blindness you don’t know what to expect of him. 

There’s a quiet pause from Price then, and you feel rather than hear him circle around you to stand at your front. An ungloved hand catches your chin and tilts you up as if you can somehow meet his eyes. 

“Color, love.” He asks then, the low dip of his voice gentle. 

“Green.” You offer after a beat, a soft murmur in response, and you feel your reward in the form of Price’s knuckles grazing your cheek tenderly. 

“I noticed you sassing my sergeant on the way here.” He tells you darkly, and you straighten a little at that, at his implications at your misbehavior. He pauses long enough to let his words sink in, to let your heartbeat stammer higher in your chest with anticipation.

“The one thing I cannot tolerate is insubordination.”

You choke back a gasp at the sudden downturn of his voice, the tone you’ve only ever heard during interrogations, in the realm of his cold, restrained fury. It’s the same tone that makes you shift where you stand in observance, feeling a forbidden and vicious desire murmur through you, a reminder of this man’s brutality, the force of his retribution. You can’t stem the arousal from hearing him during those moments, and now that it’s turned on you, with his form standing above you, with you helpless at his feet, makes a fresh rush of wetness coat your thighs with your desire. 

Then, the sound of his zipper, and gods above you feel your mouth water at the sound, all but leaning forward and ready for him. Yet Price only chuckles down at you with your enthusiasm, remembering his role. 

“I was going to tell you to find a better use for that mouth, love, but it looks like you read my mind. Needy.” 

You give up on pretending, nodding your head enthusiastically, scooting on your knees forward to try and find him, only for a hand to settle atop your head in warning. 

“Not yet.” He tells you, voice grave, and you want to whine, desperate for the salty, briny taste of him, for the weight of him across your tongue as he slowly pushes to the back of your throat. Instead Price looks down at you, at your disheveled state after the rest of his men have had their way with you, at the wrecked mess of you trying desperately to take his cock on your mouth. 

“Beg.”

The order pulses through you like a gunshot, setting every nerve ending alight with arousal until it simmers downwards, blood rushing south and settling at the aching apex of your thighs. It doesn’t take long for you to comply, feeling need bubble up acutely inside you until it escapes as the form of a plea. 

“Please.” You all but moan. “Please, captain. Let me suck you off. I-I want it.”

Price huffs at you, the sound almost in disbelief with how quickly you caved. Not that you could help it, not with him, not with any of them. 

“Alright love.” He returns gently, and you shiver, arch forward as the tip of him brushes against your parted lips. “Remember, no teeth.”

You don’t need to be reminded, and when Price pushes past your lips you groan around him, feel your thighs clench in a desperate attempt to stem the untamable lust that dampens your underwear. 

“I think she liked that, cap.” An accented voice chimes in from somewhere behind Price, and it suddenly dawns on you that you have an audience. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost watching the proceedings with glinting, hungry gazes as their captain sees to his own pleasure with you as his instrument. 

Price must feel your shock, because he chuckles down at you when you nearly choke on him as he pushes further into your mouth, a low groan rumbling in his chest. 

“You didn’t think this was almost over, did you, love?” He asks, slightly breathless, and you can’t contain a whine at that, at the promise in his dark words. 

“No, we’re just getting started.”

[strawberrystepmom]

a trick, a treat, a few tweaks later and i am proud to present...merman naruto uzumaki for @tired-biscuit! happy halloween and thank you for participating!

contains: NSFW, MDNI. merman!naruto x afab!reader. established friendship with mutual pining. mentions of courting and courting rituals, piv sex, nontraditional genitalia (he is a merman he has TWO DICKS!!!), monsterfucking, corruption kink (he is a mervirgin)

The sun hangs bright and beautiful in the sky but you are too worried about what’s below to be concerned with what hangs above, your head dangling over the dock that leads straight out to the water you’re resting above. You know it’s there because it warms your back and legs and makes the water shimmer below, but you’re far too preoccupied with who should be popping his head out of the water rather than worrying about what’s going on around it.

Where is he? 

You know Naruto doesn’t have an exact means to tell time, the species divide big enough that he relies on you and the sun to know when he needs to be somewhere but he’s late and you want to get off to the secluded cove the two of you have managed to carve out as your own space before the day gets any hotter and people and boats start filling the water.

Groaning, you roll over onto your back from your belly and squint when sunlight washes over your face, raising an arm to cover your sensitive eyes. Flopping across the warm wooden deck, you feel droplets of water sizzle on your face and flip back over to see an all too familiar orange tail receding beneath the deck.

Giggling, you chase it to the other side of the deck and dangle over the edge. A head pops up, blonde and blue eyed, and you grin in return to the one he’s giving you.

“About time,” you tease and he frowns, splashing you again with a flick of his tail. 

It has been months since the first time the two of you stumbled upon each other and the summer has passed quickly, giving way into the dog days that will soon become crisp fall. You spent lazy weekends sunning yourself on the rocks just outside of your shared cove, teaching him additional words in your language that he hadn’t learned from passersby and swimmers. 

“Race you,” he shouts from the water below and you grin. He’ll win and you’ll let him but you run down the dock and across the shore anyway, loving the feel of sand squishing beneath your feet. It’s freedom that you don’t get to embrace on a regular basis and you look out to the water to see persistent splashing, an orange tail glinting as he heads in the same direction as you.

The first chance encounter with this merman months ago quickly became something more, an occasion you look forward to every single day. You have had to suspend disbelief many, many times but you hold Naruto in such high regard that it isn’t difficult to do so. It’s something straight out of a fairytale but it’s your fairytale and not many others can say that.

Slowing down as you get closer to the mouth of the cove, you see him waiting there with a grin across his handsome face, the end of his tail swishing in the water while the rest of him rests against the sand.

“Hey, you must have cheated!”

He laughs and shakes his head, watching you approach with eager eyes because he has something very important to ask you and he isn’t certain how you’ll react. It’s why he was late to your usual meeting, a feeling he lacks the words to describe filling his gut just thinking of you.

“That’s your mate, you need to fuck her and finish the job.” Shikamaru, who has also taken a human mate, informed him a few weeks ago after he returned from an evening spent watching the sunset with you. He learned most of the words he uses to communicate with you from his friend and fellow merman but one doesn’t sit right in his mouth.

Fuck. To fuck you. Someone who makes him feel warm and cared about, like the sun itself. It feels like a vulgar way to view you but he can’t deny the natural urges his body is presenting to him whenever he catches the sight of your face and your scent on the breeze. He’s filled with longing, a need to claim and possess that he has been told is natural, but he wonders if you’ll find the idea of that off putting. 

He’s never asked but perhaps you already have someone you return home to. The mere thought of that being the case makes the smile fall from his face but he plasters it back on when you come closer, panting slightly to catch your breath and plopping down in the sand next to him. Your legs stretch toward the water and he swishes his tail, glad to be sharing this time with you.

“Can I ask you something?”

The rasp in his voice never ceases to make you feel butterflies, knowing it’s from the lack of use. He has his own ways of communicating with his brethren beneath the cover of the ocean but he prefers the way he communicates with you. The words and actions and eye contact are all undeniably alluring to him and he lives for the way that your face lights up when you hear him. 

“Of course, anything.”

An uncertain smile covers his features and you tilt your head, reaching out to grab his hand. It’s a little cool to the touch and wet but you don’t mind, used to the way it feels different from any other hand you’ve ever held. The physical differences between the two of you aren’t something you think that deeply about during the daylight hours, saving most of that pondering for the blessed cover of nightfall while you’re buried beneath your blankets.

“What do you know about fu…mating?”

Naruto changes his choice in words at the last minute, the term Shikamaru used earlier still sitting with him uncomfortably. You gasp, mouth open momentarily before snapping it closed, and wonder why on earth he’s asking you this. 

Has your interest in him become something you can no longer hide? He isn’t completely oblivious, simply naive, and you worry that some silent boundary has been crossed in your too long to be friendly glances over the last several months. You try to keep your face impassive while thinking about how to answer his question but you figure stalling the inevitable will only make it more difficult to discuss your feelings if you’ve been caught.

“I know that it’s something we all have to do eventually,” you offer with a tight smile. “Fall in love, get married, at least that’s how we do it as humans.”

Naruto nods and you watch his brows furrow in confusion, his blue eyes darting toward the ground. You scoot closer to him, hand still in his and he looks back up at you with a faint dusting of pink across his cheeks. It’s easy for you to forget he’s something inhuman given how human he is.

“Have you already…done that with someone?”

Your eyes widen and you laugh, squeezing his hand in yours. 

“Married? No. Noooooo,” you draw out the word as comically as possible and he chuckles along with you, eyes crinkling at the corners charmingly. In fact, if you had to describe him using a single word, charming would be it. He has charmed and enchanted you since the first day the two of you met and you’re embarrassed imagining that he has caught on.

“Good because I think you’re my mate.”

These words are the ones that truly catch you off guard and your eyes widen, blinking rapidly. You didn’t assume your crush on the merman was mutual but you’re delighted that it appears to be, laughing nervously and grinning.

“Really? Why do you think that?”

He sighs and turns his body toward you, tail flipping onto its side while he leans his weight on his elbow. He keeps your hand pressed to his, rubbing his cool thumb over your smooth knuckles.

“My body feels different when you’re around me.”

You watch his face contort as he searches for the right words to explain how he’s feeling but you think you understand, dropping his hand to reach out for his face. Petting the damp blonde strands off of his forehead, you smile and move closer.

“What do you mean, Naruto? Tell me.”

He sighs, still searching for the words and coming up short.

“Maybe I can show you,” he starts, looking down toward his tail that keeps everything he wants to show you concealed. His cock stays retracted until he’s ready to extend it outward, a flap on his tail lifting to show you not one engorged head but one larger with a smaller positioned right above it. 

You raise your eyebrows, leaning down closer to his tail to make out what you’re seeing. The organs present themselves further, a girthy and ridged length on the bottom and a shorter length that reminds you of a tentacle with a mushroom tip above the head. It’s not so different from what you spent your evenings imagining and it intrigues you that it’s human enough not to be shocking.

“It’s always like that when I see you,” he mutters nervously. “Wanting to come out.”

Looking up at him through your lashes, you slide your hand down his face, his arm, his body until you reach where his cocks sit. Your hands are eager to touch more of him, the slippery slide of his tail promising that the appendages feel the same, and you feel yourself growing wet at the thought of what could happen next.

“Can I touch you?”

He nods, that same simmering feeling beneath his skin stirring and burning as soon as he witnesses the way you glance curiously at his anatomy. Your hand shakes as you reach out to run your fingers along the smooth expanse of his cock. It’s smooth and not unlike his tail and you gingerly crane your neck to press a kiss to the tip of the larger of the two. It feels a little slimy and warm beneath your lips.

He gasps and the tip of the smaller one tickles your nose, making you giggle and back away.

“Is this alright?”

Another nod, eyes growing in size as you crane your neck to repeat the same motion. The tip of your tongue flicks out of your mouth this time and you dance over the larger head, humming at the pleasantly salty taste of what you’re assuming is his precum. Smacking your lips, you now explore with your hand, closing your fist around the larger and girthier length.

“Have you ever mated before?” 

He shakes his head and you give him an experimental pump, his tail swishing in the water and sending droplets flying across your arms. A throaty groan is all he can manage as you repeat the motion, your own pussy dripping at the thought of going further than even this, right in your secluded little cove. 

Arousal makes your inhibitions drop, shrugging the oversized t-shirt you wear covering your bathing suit off of your body in a quick motion with one arm, and you return to pumping his silky precum over his length. The smaller of the two cocks twitches and you gasp when a pearly bead oozes out of it as well, the sight of the glistening tip making you rub your thighs together to relieve some of the heat curling through your body.

“I want to make you mine.”

The words finally come to Naruto after much contemplation and he says them without a second thought. You look up at him with your hand still gripping his larger cock and nod, eyes gleaming with enough excitement to match his own. 

“I’m already yours,” you confirm, helping him shift so that he’s lying flat on his back. You climb over him, straddling his tail with your legs spread and you work at untying the ties keeping your bikini bottoms affixed to your body. Groaning impatiently, you decide you’re satisfied to let them hang off of your hips as long as you can get him inside of you immediately.

“You’ll be mine always, right?”

Nodding, you make a note to discuss what all of this really means later after you’ve been able to feel what he’s like inside of you. You’re already dripping wet, the sheen of your slick making your cunt gleam desirably as you run the larger tip through your folds. You can’t bite back your moan. It happens so quickly, the sensation of the fat head of him catching your clit making you shiver, so you let him hear you.

He’s overwhelmed by the sight, smell, and sound of you but eagerly follows your lead, moaning and shutting his eyes tightly when you finally position him at your entrance and begin sinking down. His larger cock is bigger than you expected, your pussy stretching to accommodate every single inch and you realize that the shorter, tentacle-like dick must be solely for your pleasure given the way the head of it prods at your clit.

“Fuck,” you moan, your hips flush with his base finally. He feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced before and you rock your hips experimentally, listening to his breaths stutter and catch while he sees your body ripple beneath the sunlight. Your legs are on either side of him and he reaches to grab your thighs, glad to have some part of you to grab onto. 

Another roll of your hips and he shuts his eyes and hisses. You decide to leave the rolling for another time, eager to take him base to tip as deep inside of you as he can go, and you begin to bounce. Shallow bounces, enough to see how deeply he reaches, but they grow as you realize you can accommodate more and more of him. 

“Naruto,” you call and he opens his eyes to watch you, a goddess working her body above him. He’s in awe and he can’t describe how warm he feels so he simply watches, his top cock spasming and twitching while the blunt head of it remains snug against your clit. He refuses to look away, not when he can see the sweet sticky web of your arousal mixing with his coating his cock with every bounce and drop of your hips.

“I think something is happening,” he pants out and you grin, leaning over his torso and increasing the pace of your hips. The wet plop, plop, plop of your ass and sticky pussy dropping against his tail fills the cove and you know that you’re close too. You scratch your nails along his defined abdomen, all man in that aspect, and he groans, feeling himself cumming inside of you. 

His cum feels different than you imagined it would, warm but sticky and viscous, and you cum alongside him. Your cunt pulses in time with your moans and you gradually slow your hips, eventually stuttering until they still completely and you bury your face in his chest to catch your breath.

“That was…” your face is still buried against his skin, it smells clean and salty like the air around you, and he simply laughs in agreement. Usually he’s the one who lacks the words but this time he has left you speechless and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The sun soars higher in the sky and you stay pressed against his chest for as long as you can, his cocks eventually softening and retracting back into his tail, the same flap covering them falling back into place. It takes awhile for you to catch your breath, his release oozing out of you and flowing back onto his tail, but he breaks the contented silence.

“Did you mean it when you said you’re mine?”

You nod, smiling up at him from where you stay pressed against his body.

“Always.”

[becca-e-barnes]

It's been a really busy week so I'm just going to indulge myself and talk about exactly what I'd love to be doing rn with CEO!Bucky

When I imagine CEO scenarios though, I don't think of the reader as his assistant or an intern. Maybe the CEO and his comms director. Someone he considers an equal because I think that's a hell of a lot more sexy and still has a power imbalance 🥵

He knows you're incredibly capable. He knows you've got more drive than anyone else in the company. He knows you've spent years pushing yourself to get to where you are and you're determined to keep climbing.

But at the same time; it's nice to get a break from that too. Sometimes it's nice to just be tossed around and given orders. You get to switch your brain off and give in to whatever feels good.

And that's how you found your knees hitting the plush grey carpet of the CEO's office on a Friday afternoon.

"Good girl. So fucking pretty." Bucky's hand on your chin directs your face upwards. He's continuing the task you started a few minutes prior; stroking his own cock at a leisurely place and enjoying the sight of you in front of him with your blouse missing the top few buttons.

There's nothing else you'd rather be doing right now. There's no other release that lets you unwind like this. You don't have to think about anything other than the glossy bead of precum gathering on the tip of your boss' dick and the way that even the sight of it makes your mouth water.

His other hand is still holding your chin but you don't want to just watch when you can do so much more than that. You lean over, taking the head of his cock in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the very tip to lap up the precum you've been craving.

Your hand replaces his, jerking his length slowly with a measured pressure while your tongue swirls, keenly licking away any fresh evidence of his arousal.

"Fuck." He groans, melting into your eagerness. He's had a long week too. You know he needs this as much as you do but he's just as respectful as ever, conscious not to press himself into your waiting mouth.

"I bet you're wet already, aren't you? You look like such a sweetheart. No one would ever guess that you get off on sucking my cock. I bet everyone thinks you're so innocent but they don't get to feel the way you drip down your own thighs after you swallow my cum." You imagine that mouth of his has got him in plenty of trouble over the years but fuck, you love it. You swear he could probably get you off just by talking to you.

You hum happily, taking as much of his length into your mouth as you can manage, wincing slightly the first time his tip nudges the back of your throat. Your flat tongue rolls against the underside of his length, your hand cupping his balls and you feel his palm settle on the back of his head.

"You're so fucking keen." His blunt fingernails scratch gently against the nape of your neck and it feels like such a tender gesture. You get to be unashamed of how keen you are with him. There's no embarrassment or reservation. You don't have to hold yourself back to save face and it's refreshing to want someone this much.

You head bobs on his length, your lips forming a perfect tight ring and every now and again, you're rewarded with the sharpness of some fresh precum smeared onto your tongue.

"You should slow down, sweetheart. I don't want to finish yet." His voice is a little strained and it's beautiful. Now you're torn though. You don't want this to end but you're desperate to feel hot ropes of his cum splash over your waiting tongue and across your face.

Somewhat selfishly, you do as you're told. Your body reminds you of your own desperation and you don't want to ruin your chances of getting bent over that desk.

[skunkes]

made the mistake of looking up apartments + rent costs in texas again

[revvethasmythh]

Laudmoore is like. I believe in the inherent eroticism of self-recognition through the other

[b4kuch1n]

found out this year’s snow miku contest is happening yesterday while on call with my friend and then I blacked out and woke up to this being posted on the piapro site (it’s here btw)