#this was.... WHEW

[uppoompat]

Hey, can you help me with [my shirt]? This. Come on, hurry up! Come on!

DOONA! (2023) Dir. Lee Jeong-hyo

[saltpepperbeard]

OFMD S2 Ep3-5 + Edward "Heart-Eyes" Teach

[tortol]

parasitism

poem by @growrotten

[tojisun]

!! female reader; dirty talking; breeding kink; slight overstim play; unrealistic sex x’>

thinking about how simon’s the type to keep saying filth to you when he’s balls deep. how, in the throes of his pleasure, so pussy-drunk, simon begins to wax poetry about the way you make him feel.

he’s got you folded in a mating press, his lips ghosting wet kisses along your trembling legs. “god, baby,” simon murmurs, his voice a drunken slur. “i need t’wife you up, i swear.” he punctuates this with a thrust, before his fingers pinch your clit.

you choke at the feeling, your legs kicking from where they’re slung over simon’s shoulders. your head thrashes against the pillow, not knowing how else to tether yourself from the stinging pleasure, your mouth falling open uselessly as garbled moans spill out.

“oh this,” he says, distracted by your reaction. “cute little thing, isn’t it?” he looks at your pussy almost with a starry-eyed gaze.

jesus-

“shu-ut up, si!” your voice breaks, weakened from the moans, but simon’s already looking too far gone, his eyes blown wide and his face flushed because of his pleasure.

“y’just squeezed me tighter, baby.” simon rips his eyes from your cunt to look at you with a sort of giddy trance. “y’like it when i play with–” he circles his thumb on your clit, making you squeal. “this? yeah? oh, lovie, you’re gushing.”

he pulls out, torturously slow, teasing, then he’s slamming back in. your ears ring at the resounding wet slide, his pelvis meeting your own with a goddamn squelch, and you scream, clawing at his back at the sharp pleasure that razes through you.

“going t’stuff you w’my cum everyday, baby.” simon giggles. “going t’make you so full.”

he nuzzles his nose on the side of your tear-soaked cheek. “y’want that, yeah? want t’feel sore because of how much cum’s stored in you? want t’be fucked until it takes?”

what-

“si! si!” you cry, mushy mind trying to understand what he’s insinuating. “wha- wh-…?”

“oh but you’d be so gorgeous, baby,” simon groans, his hand leaving your oversensitive clit to hike up along your body, dancing past your groin to plant just below your belly button. simon nuzzles close again, tracing the shell of your ear with his lips, then, “you’d be so pretty carrying my kids.”

those words make your body lock up, something in your mind just shifting right, and then you’re cumming, squirting all over simon’s cock and spraying on his legs.

simon outright moans, pulling back just enough to slot his lips against yours. you couldn’t even kiss him back, still so busy cumming, all cross-eyed at the intensity of your orgasm. it doesn’t matter to him, anyway, not when simon begins pistoning harder. faster. rougher.

every drag of his cock back in your pussy pushes more gushing squirt from you, and simon rumbles with a pleased groan, looking so blissed out as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. you dig your nails at his back but simon doesn’t even register the prickling pain, too busy chasing his own orgasm through your cunt.

“s’right,” he coos. “nothin’ else could make me cum, baby. nothin’ else but y’r pretty pussy. y’r tight pussy. god, it’s such a delicious pussy, baby, how am i so lucky to have you, huh?” his words mingle with the thwap-thwap-thwap sounds of his body slamming against your own. it makes you dizzy with pleasure, ragged rasps of breath is all that is passing through your parted lips.

simon croons. “how’d i chance luck and end up w’such a delight?” another wet sound from your pussy rings amidst his words. “mmm, hear that baby?”

you nod, you think. or you moan a reply. honestly, you don’t even know, not with how dizzy you are at the peaking pleasure because there’s no way you’re cumming again–

“that’s the sounds that a happy wife makes,” simon purrs, replying to his own question, and the weight of his words washes over you like the pleasure that’s racing across your synapses. “that’s the sound that someone makes when they want to be bred.”

“simo-nnnnn!” you scream, the sound guttural and ragged, and your eyes can no longer see anything, and your ears are ringing, and- and–

simon laughs, the sound curling into something so, so fond. “y’r so pretty when y’cum, baby.” he kisses your wet cheek. “one more? f’r me?”

fuck-

[smallmeanie]

handjobs are just really hot especially when i’m holding you close and pressing our foreheads together and panting with you and muttering filth and going “yeah? gonna cum?” as i purposely speed up and tighten my grip just enough

[novaneondream]

they’re here

[sergle]

red & yellow carnations

[sandflakedraws]

hug time 🌺

[ppeuppeuppeu]

this was honestly so frickin HOT

[sunsetsimon]

könig wasn’t very a very kinky or rough partner. his main goal of sex was to have a quick orgasm and continue on with his day, until he got with you.

you.

with your thick thighs and plump lips, fuck, he’s obsessed. he starts to think of things he’d never imagined before, fantasizing about leaving small marks on your inner thighs where no one can see but him. or fucking you in the bathroom of whichever bar you managed to drag him to.

but then it starts to escalate, his fantasies growing more intense. he starts to picture how pretty you’d look with his hand squeezing your throat, cutting off your air supply as he pounds into you, making you cum so hard you can feel your mind on the verge of slipping into unconsciousness.

or slapping you until your face stings, hot tears streaming down your red cheeks. his fingers grip your face, squeezing to puff out your lips and giving you a sloppy, wet kiss. könig moans as your cunt grips him, your orgasm threatening to wash over you for the umpteenth time that night.

“did i say you could cum?” he growls, pulling out and rubbing his fat tip against your clit, only challenging you to force it back down. the corner of his mouth twitches with a smirk while you cry his name, begging for him to finally let you cum.

and then he fucking laughs at you, slapping your clit so hard it makes your entire body jump with a yelp. “gonna fuck this little cunt some more,” he says, his voice low, laced with want, “then i’ll let you cum, got it princess?”

and how could you say no to that?

[gl1tzh]

HAPPY NEIL BANGING OUT THE TUNES DAY TO EVERYONE!! :D

doodled instead of studying!!!!!!!!!! because this is more important!!!!

[chappellrroan]

1989 is for anxiety girlies who have a cup of coffee in one hand and other clutching onto sink saying it's gonna be okay i will be the best it's good it's good i am good

[superemeralds]

racing intensifies

[xlandloud]

lil lineup or something… was mostly meant for me but i liked how they turned out

[fridayiminlovemp3]

this as an album outro 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[b1adie]

. . . There seems to be a slight misunderstanding, my friend. At this table, you are the challenger. Because, unlike the house, the gambler knows exactly what they want.

AVENTURINE ◇ THE GOLDEN TOUCH