#lil filthy

[thuggaloshow]

Lil Filthy x Trailer Park Cinderella

[fuckyeahthuggaloshow]

Onsted, Trailer Park, Lil Filthy, Quaesita & Elixir from The Zen of Juggs | Thuggalo Show

December 2nd, 2022

[captainswhore]

you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.

he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.

his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.

"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"

you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"

and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white

(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)

[heeliopheelia]

CARLY WHAT ARE HYUNG LINE'S FAV POSITIONS IN BED?? 👁️👄👁️

hiii!! okay i actually had to do some thinking in here but there it is:

HEESEUNG

look i don't make rules but cowgirl with hee just sounds right yk? he just loves when you ride him!! it's perfect bcs he lets you control the pace at the beginning then finishes fucking you however he wants to when your legs finally give out from all the hassle 💯 and when you start clinging to him and press your tits to his chest - consider my man gone

prone bone okay i put this one in here bcs i can SO see him going absolutely feral at the feeling of how tight you are in this position, all sprawled out beneath him and completely left to his mercy 🫠 it's also a lot easier to hit your g-spot this way so you can't complain either ☝️

JAY

he's a giver alright, so even if technically it's not a position, he looooves face sitting a lot!! he just wants you to nearly suffocate him, so even if you try to not put all of your weight on him in concern for his health, he will literally grab your thighs and force you onto his face whether you want it or not... just take what he gives you, silly!! 😠 he's only fully satisfied when his face is completely burried in your pussy and he's DRENCHED in your juices 😽

look he's a simple man so - missionary. it gives him the best view at your face scrunching up or eyes rolling back as he fucks into you so well 🧎 it's also so intimate and jay is a very loving guy so he thrives off of miantaining eye contact with you, always looking for some subtle changes in your expression if you ever feel uncomfortable (mom i love him) 🫶

JAKE

i've already said it once but i'll say it again: jake is an avid doggy enthusiast 🗣️my man can't help it okay? he just loves your ass a little too much to pass the opportunity to get to look at it from a front row seat 😩 also likes to push down on your spine to make you arch more or pull your hair if you're into this kinda stuff 🥴

and another one i've mentioned before - reverse cowgirl!! also has a lot to do with the fact that it gets him the best access to your behind, sorry🤷but what really makes him love this position is how easily he can watch his dick slide in and out of you + he gets to grope your ass as much as he wants to so it's a win win for him really 👀

SUNGHOON

spooning which is often a result of cockwarming. whenever he has a tiring day at work, there's nothing more he loves than chilling with you on a couch and holding your body extremely close to his. it's so relaxing too!! he can go slower and deeper in this position than usually and more times than not it ends up with you milking him dry from all he has 🙆

full nelson - gosh i feel so hot all of sudden 💃 there goes me with my hard dom hoon agenda AND IT'S A PERFECT POSITION TO GO ALONG WITH IT 🗣️ like just imagine those big hands of his holding up your thighs as he bullies his cock into you from under you 🧍 he can also force the filthiest sounds out of you so easily like that!! WILL also choke you if you wanna, i-... i'll stop right here in consideration of my own mental health but you got the picture, right?

[jesuistrestriste]

i had a dream Art pegged himself with the handle of a tennis racket, i need to share it before my head literally explodeds

OOOHH my god. i guess ur subconscious is yearning to fuck art w inconvenient objects ! and u know what— that’s ok ! in fact, i applaud ur brain for that one.

nasty lil freak art would definitelyyy consider doing that. for sure. but i think if he did it to himself, he’d only enjoy it if he could imagine that it was you doing it to him :/

drooling all over his pillow, ass up and fingers between his legs starting to stretch himself open urghhh he’d be mumbling things to himself like

“is this good? am i doing good?”

“i wanna get myself ready for you, please..”

“please fuck me, please, please fuck me with your racket—“

[didi-champleve]

🫧come relax with me🫧

promise it'll be the best soak of your life 😏

[queenlua]

"[...] to view this source in any meaningful way and rebuild it into a newly translated game, I figured I’d need a copy of Visual Studio 97, the original software used to write it. I replied to my tweet seeking a copy and a kind, pseudonymous internet stranger sent one. Surprisingly, it installed and ran successfully on Windows 10. It was like being gifted a beautiful old instrument that still plays true."

[unlikelytrashcreation]

The pencil outlines for an art

[thuggaloshow]

Onsted, Elixir & Lil Filthy pullin up to the hotel

[cellard0ors]

If your still taking naughty requests: Travis having to work later then usual and coming home. Laura’s working herself over with a dildo and moaning his name 🥵🥵

This started out so simple...warning for dirty talk and general naughtiness...

Laura likes to think she has a healthy command of her sex drive.

For the most part, she'd consider herself average when it comes to her lusts. Yes, she's young, but she wouldn't say she's overly horny. In high school she had a friend, Nicole, and she had to have some form of sexual intercourse on the reg - whether alone or solo - her needs were rampant.

Laura never understood it herself - yes, she liked sex and enjoyed engaging in it - all of her previous boyfriends, Max included, were always fun in bed and she always had a good time, but she never routinely craved it.

Enter Travis.

Sex with Travis is something Laura not only likes - she loves it - desires it - and finds herself needing it at the oddest intervals. Maybe because, even to this day, even with pretty much everything resolved between them, there's still this sort of lingering naughtiness to it.

Laura shouldn't enjoy having sex with a man who took two months of her life away. Laura shouldn't enjoy sex with a man who treated her at-the-time boyfriend like dirt. And Laura definitely shouldn't enjoy sex with a man whose niece she killed and who encouraged her to kill a kid, never mind the fact said kid was a mindless monster.

But she does. She absolutely does.

There's something about the way he comes at her - nine times out of ten - so hungry, so eager, so much like she's a life preserver saving him from drowning in the ocean that just-? It drives her crazy.

It hikes up her (otherwise) controllable sex drive and sends it into a tailspin - one she's reluctant to ignore. So, when one of Laura's sexual spikes hits and Travis is unavailable due to being at work, it's something of a problem.

Albeit an easily solvable one, and Laura stares at the large, bright mauve dildo she has on hand. She's never actually used it in this capacity - suction cupping it firmly to the wall - but she finds she's in a wanton haze for penetration and, in particular, penetration from behind.

She's a little leery about it - hot waves of embarrassment flushing her cheeks as she has to adjust and readjust the dildo until it's positioned just right, positioned to the point where she can easily and properly impale herself back on it.

Laura coats it with a considerable amount of lube - making the toy silky and soft and she makes sure to prep herself as well - a combo of reading and watching the right kind of erotica, while also touching herself with her slim fingers helping to stimulate her to the appropriate point.

Once she feels she's good and ready, she gets herself into position. She's wearing a sweet little pink bra that's no doubt visible thanks to the low cut of her billowy white silk shirt. She's also wearing a short, pleated black skirt - nothing beneath - and she's sure if someone saw her, and knew what she was doing, the whole 'bratty school girl' look would be called to attention.

And, okay, yes - that's sort of exactly what she's doing. It's a fantasy she's carried for a long time - being a disobedient student taught their place by a hot teacher. Some would no doubt consider it vanilla, but she considers it a classic for a reason, and she openly moans at the first touch of the dildo's bulbous head against her plush, heated lower lips.

It takes some time before she manages the right movements, the right angle, but once she finds it she exhales a shaky 'Oh, God!' and starts backing up against the toy with fervent, rapid thrusts of her hips.

It feels inexplicably good - the hard, yet flexible dildo sliding in and out of her throbbing channel - yet it gets a million times better when she pictures it as Travis.

The girth and feel of the toy has nothing on his actual proportions, but it's the idea that makes her bite her bottom lip, makes her breathing turn into shallower pants and she can picture him oh, so perfectly behind her.

Travis wearing a sharp white button up shirt, pressed black slacks, and a tie he has tossed over one shoulder as he holds her waist in both hands. He has such wonderful hands - big hot palms and wide fingers and she lets out a choked sound of adoration at the idea of his fingertips digging into her flesh - right beneath the material of her skirt.

You've been a real brat, haven't you? He'd sneer and Laura would shake her head, deny it. In fact, she does so now, giving herself fully over to the fantasy. He'd have loosened his clothing just enough to pull his dick out, to press it roughly into her from behind as he'd hiss, Liar.

And she is a liar. She's been bad, a complete and total brat. And he's going to fuck it out of her if it's the last thing he does, and Laura whimpers, helpless to her rampaging hormones as 'Travis's' (her own) hands begin to grope at her meager breasts.

Such a sweet lil' handful, he purrs hotly against the shell of her left ear, the heat of his front warming her back as he bends over her, Afraid I'm going to have to use these to teach you a lesson, girl.

He tweaks at her nipples through her bra and considering its lack of padding, she feels it very succinctly. The torturous pull of the cloth as he squeezes them tightly, rolling them to create just the right amount of friction and her mouth drops open, a little drool escaping because it feels horrible and wonderful - that thin line between the two making her choke.

One of his hands leaves her chest now, goes to her hair, and while this particular idea is nothing more than a phantom imagining, she lets out a sharp yelp of ecstasy - his imaginary fingernails scratching against her scalp as he takes a hank of her blonde tresses and tugs it back hard, making her throat arch - open and bared as she swallows.

See? You're being so good now - taking all of me like this. Taking every solid inch of my cock like a pro. Do you like this, girl? Do you like being my little whore?

"Yes..."

I can't hear you. Tell me that you love it. Tell me you'll be my good little whore.

"I will! I will!"

That's right. That's right, my girl. My lovely Laura...look at you. Your pussy is so wet, so tight. You've got such a slutty little cunt. I can feel it dragging on me. On me, Laura. No one else - not ever. You understand?

She wildly nods her head at the unspoken, imagined snarl.

Promise me, Laura.

"Ohhhh! Oh, God! Tr-Travis!"

"Laura?"

...and that wasn't her imagination.

Laura's eyes snap open and there's Travis. The real Travis. He's standing in the doorway of their bedroom, wide eyed and Laura's body stills, horror draping over her like an icy sheet.

She's got a silicone toy buried deep within her body, she's on her hands and knees, and Travis is just staring at her. She wants to shrivel up and die. Instead she finds herself speaking, voice thick due to her unsatisfied condition, "You're home?"

It's asked as a question. The world's stupidest question. Obviously he's home. He's home and looking at his girlfriend who, only moments ago, was fucking herself silly.

Travis just swallows, the sound painfully audible, "Yeah. Got off early. Thought I'd surprise you."

I'm surprised, she doesn't say, but thinks dryly as she drags in a ragged breath, unable to meet his eyes again as she whispers, "I was, ah...feeling some kind of way and-and you weren't supposed to be here till late, so..."

She doesn't explain. Instead, she just stares at her hands, where they're balled up in the carpet. Her knees burn slightly, and she's still stretched open by the toy, and this is ridiculous and embarrassing, but it's happened, and she'll just have to face the music.

Maybe someday this will even be funny.

Ha, ha.

The thought has zero humor and she's struggling to recall if she's ever been caught in such a humiliating position before only for Travis to husk, "So are you done?"

Laura's gaze shoots up to his, her expression beyond astonished. Travis is looking down at her and his hands are balled into fists too... almost as if he's -? Angry? But why would he be-?

"'Cause it sounded to me like you weren't done."

"Travis..." Now her swallowing is audible. His dark eyes are on fire and she watches as he openly palms at himself through his work uniform, even as he glares daggers at her, "Go on then."

She just makes a questioning sound and he growls, "Finish, sweetheart. Finish fucking yourself for me."

The hot bolt of shame and arousal hits her so hard she wonders if it's made her go cross eyed. Laura gasps, "Travis-!"

"C'mon - you were doing such a good job when I caught you." He reaches out a hand, his thumb rubbing along her chin right beneath her lower lip as he looks down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded, "You should see yourself. On your knees, split open by that thing. Disgraceful."

A pained sound squeaks out of her throat, her clit pinching at his tone, at how easily he slips into the role she was just imagining him in. Travis draws his hand from her face and pets her hair, "Well, you want to cum, don't you? Want to get off? If I hadn't walked in, you would have, wouldn't you? Would have kept on plugging yourself full of that monstrosity until your pussy clenched down on it, until you broke apart - never mind the fact that that thing can't fill you up the way I can."

Laura can't manage words now - only needy sounds of pleasure, because yes - yes! The things he's saying are one hundred percent true and she pulls from the toy, feels it begin to slip out of her as she moves to Travis, wanting him more than anything, only for him to gently push her back, murmuring gently, "Oh, no, no, no. Nuh-uh. What did I just say?"

The disgruntled noise she releases makes him beam with dark enjoyment as he continues to torment her, "Finish, Laura."

Grumbling and growling, Laura scowls, but starts to move again, pressing back into the toy. It's a little awkward at first - trying to find that rhythm and heat again - but slowly it starts to build back up, an engine running smoothly, and Travis is just-?!

He's standing in front of her.

Watching.

He's looking down and watching with rapt attention as Laura works herself over with the toy and it's still good, but nowhere near what she wants and a pleading keen winds its way out of her, coming out from her throat and his name is tangled somewhere within it.

"What's the matter, honey? It not as good?"

What erupts from her is nothing more than an emphatic cry that established that, yes, it's not as good. Travis, however, is unmoved, his whole demeanor cold, "You chose this, Laura. You could have been patient. You could have waited for me - but instead you tried to scratch your itch like a cat in heat."

"Please," Laura finally manages, her body wracked with slivers of pleasure, but only slivers, "Please, Travis...need you..."

It comes out as a petulant whine and a shark's smile takes his face, "What? You need me now? You didn't seem to need me before! You didn't seem to need me while you were bouncing on that thing like a cheap slut!"

He sounds furious, but she knows the truth. He's just as turned on as she is. She can see the thick outline of his erection through his pants and she's salivating at the thought of it taking the place of the toy. She needs it too and Laura tosses her head back, breathing raggedly, "I'm sorry, sir! Please, please - I need you to fuck me! Only you..."

He huffs, "You beg pretty good. For a brat. But why should I do what you want, huh? I could just let you try to get off on that thing - maybe have you suck me off while you do."

As if to back up the threat, he removes his belt, whipping out the leather and tossing it to one side before unzipping his uniform, lowering it and his underwear just enough to release his length to the air and the sight of it.

Laura's still moving, still feeling the toy move in and out of her, but the sight of his rigid cock makes her feel feral. She'll take it in her mouth. She will, if that's what he wants, but oh, fuck does she want it inside her.

Looking at it now, the toy completely pales in comparison, and she falls to her forearms, her movements less rapid, "Travis, Travis! Please, please...please, I-! I need you to-to use me. Please..."

"Christ!" he thunders and the next thing she knows he's got her by the arms and is carefully pulling her towards him until the toy falls away from her entirely, "You always know what to fucking say, don't you?"

Laura's not sure what exactly he means and why that last particular plea worked, but she sure as fuck doesn't care as he tosses her over the end of their bed. Travis draws up her skirt and smacks her ass hard - once, twice.

Then again.

And again.

She cries out - the pain a shock, the warming numb feeling after a delight. It's even worse when he stops and he lets his fingers find her well used pussy lips. He parts them then flicks at them, flicks at her clit - and it's as close to a slap as he can get there.

HIs name bursts from her in a scream and she feels the first sparks of her orgasm. It hasn't hit yet, but it's a near thing, and he must sense it, because he curses - dark, evil words as grabs her hair, knots it around one of his fists and seethes, "Not yet."

The bedframe makes it so she's up high enough that he can easily enter her from behind without having to stoop too low. Which he does now without a speck of mercy. He ploughs into her violently and Laura screams again as sheer joy cascades over every nerve-ending she has.

Her climax is building and twisting throughout her in a way she's never experienced before and part of her legitimately wonders if she's going to die as he starts viciously pounding her down into the mattress. Her hands scramble for purchase in the covers and she's squealing rapturously into the soft material beneath her.

His name and a litany of 'yes!' and 'oh, fuck!' and 'oh god!' come from her on breathlessly, high pitched repeat and he keeps asking her if this is what she wants and if she deserves it and if she's good enough to take it and then he has his hands under her and is dragging at her bra, making her breasts pop free and into his palms and the moment she feels the heat of them she hits her peak.

Laura's had orgasms before. This is not an orgasm - this is a life changing experience. He's fucking her with such precision, touching her with such raw, savage hunger that she feels herself splinter and break apart again and again and again.

It's as if this release will never end - as if she'll coast on this freefall of a climax forever and that only seems to grow worse when she feels him stiffen, feels his teeth dig into the back of her neck as he groans and fills her.

When Laura first had sex without a condom, but with the protection of strong birth control, she hadn't been a fan. Frankly she'd found it sticky and unpleasant. Over time she gradually started to enjoy it, but with Travis? Jesus, with Travis she adores the rush - the feel of his release.

The hot, heavy spurts - the way it slowly trickles from her body and moves down the length of her legs. It's filthy and real and absolute heaven. Now is no different, especially when he collapses over her, his voice airless, "Fuck, Laura...use you..."

She feels his forehead brush against her back, "...love you..."

That clues her into what, exactly, she said that he liked so much and she tucks that away into the far back bit of her brain that might still work. No guarantees though. She feels pretty stupid right now. Dumb and floating and he's kissing at her now, all gentle and sweet and the man she fell in love with.

Laura licks at her lips, tries to draw moisture back into her mouth so she can ask a question, albeit her voice is wildly hoarse when she manages it, "So-? Ah? Jealous, I take it?"

Another huff from him, but this she recognizes as him trying to hide a laugh and she feels his head move against her in a nod, "Little bit."

"Hmm. Good to know."

Neither of them speak for a long while, but Laura knows just as much as Travis does what she meant when she said that. Travis is jealous of her fucking herself with a toy? Of her pleasuring herself without him? He takes that as motivation to fuck her brains out?

Well, then!

Clearly there's only one thing for her to do.

And that's go shopping.

[star2stop]

GUESS WHOS BACK W MORE ASK-SPIDERPOOL FANART?? THATS RIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS!! ME. GET HIT W MS. LOVE FANART💥💥💥💥💥

[topfloorprincess]

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[hardly-a-p3rson]

just send a request about my first tattoo ^^ ofc the autoheart cat on the punch album because that shit is special to me

[faecxndy]

Hey, it's that time again to apologize to all of our favorite Pokemon swords and shield characters for all of the tragedy and heartache we put them through in our fan fiction and headcanons.

[singsweetmelodies]

everyone: best explanations for why norman looks that shocked, please. what did pierre say?

[lunasilvis]

My soul feels on fire (as in: positively energized 🌞🟨) with the life yet to be lived, and the increasing tangibility of it now