Brown Eyes In Art

she wanting more

: bonk, horny thoughts 😔

mm neighbour!toji deliberately wearing skin-tight white shirts for him to shrug off whenever he mows his lawn because he knows you’re watching from your kitchen window.

neighbour!toji inviting you to his house every game night. he has his other friends over but his full attention is always on you — it doesn’t matter if his team is making their play, all he is focused on is you. he’s a little possessive too: he always has an arm ‘casually’ looped around you or thrown over your chair, always has his head inched towards you to hear you better, always refills your drink or offers you food, always making small talk about your work and your week and everything and anything in between.

neighbour!toji coming over to fix your sink or your washing machine or to help you clean your pool. you greet him by the door and he’s leaning on the post, his bulging arms crossed over his chest, his lips tugged in a lazy smile.

“hey, darlin’,” he greets. “lemme check what’s bothering a sweet thing like you.”

you giggle, tucking your hair behind your ear. “oh, you,” you mumble, aware of the tingle in your cheeks. you swivel, tilting your head for him to follow you in.

he grunts but he doesn’t move. not yet. he lets you walk ahead of him to watch the way you strut back into the comforts of your home. he savours the way your hips sway, your pyjama shorts softly riding up with every rub against your thighs. he waits with bated breath, knowing what’s coming next.

his veins go up in flames when you bend over to pick up guest slippers for him, your shorts hitching up enough to have your red lace panties peak through. he almost whimpers when your shorts kept riding higher, leaving the the fat of your ass exposed. christ, he breathes in sharply, you look absolutely ravaging.

he doesn’t even hide the desire in his eyes when you turn to look at him because he knows. he knows that you deliberately tease him only to act coy after. he knows that you like him just as much.

neighbour!toji fucking you in mating press. he always wanted to fill you with his cum; always wanted to stuff you full and leave you drunk off of his cock and his cum. he always wanted your breasts pressed flat against his, always wanted his lips locked with yours. it doesn’t matter if you can’t even kiss him back with the way your lips are stretched as moans and squeals and sobs fall from them because he’s always wanted it messy.

always wanted to leave evidences.

“to-i!!” you squeaked after aborted ah-ah-ah, your hands scratching at his back in an effort to ground yourself from the dizzying pleasure. “so deep! so deep!”

he laughs as he continues to humps your pussy, dragging his cock at your walls with every erratic thrusts. “yeah? y’ feel me reaching so far in you, huh? y’ve never been fucked like this, haven’t you sweetheart? haven’t been filled properly the way this pussy deserves? oh, doll,” he croons.

“well, here’s good news for you: y’r needy cunt will never be lonely again.”

Blue Velvet, 2012.

GOJO WITH A SQUIRTING KINK.

cw — nsfw content minors dni. smut, f!reader, squirting, praise, pet names

ugh his obsession w it is borderline gross!!!

he’ll press your back down into the prettiest arch, giant hands with their mean grip on your waist, utterly manhandling you as he splits you open on his dick. he’s relentless, but he can’t possibly have mercy when your pussy wraps around him, sucks him in, pulses around him so well that all his morals have gone out the window.

your face is smushed against the towels laid out beneath you, mouth in an ‘O’ shape just from the way his heavy cock stretches you out to the point where it almost hurts, but not quite.

every drive of his hips just sounds obscene. he’s grunting, you’re whining, your pussy’s dripping all over him before you’ve even squirted, squelching every time his tip knocks against your cervix.

it’s mere minutes before you’re positively gushing everywhere for the first time of the night, coating his muscled thighs and the ridges of his abdomen with a yelp.

and gojo’s hissing as you do it, moaning shamelessly as though he’s reached his climax. “fuuuck, that’s it, baby,” he says half-laughing, borderline whining at the sight, lips curled into the most smackable, triumphant grin of his life. his thrusts never let up–he would rather die than slow down–in fact, is he speeding up?

“oh, satoru,” you cry. it spurs him on. inflates his ego too, sure, but when his ego is this proportional, you can’t find it in you to be mad. “feels s-so good, baby. you treat me so well.”

“that’s all you, angel–fuck–think you can be good for me? think you can squirt for me again?”

“please, yes, oh god, yes.” it’s humiliating how easily you’ll cave for him, how putty in his hands you get with just a little sweet talking, how divine it feels to beg him.

“come on, pretty girl,” he chuckles, his cock throbbing as he grinds it against your soaked walls with a force that shifts the bed beneath you. “know you can do it. be a fuckin’ good girl for me.”

and not moments later, there’s clear fluid streaming from your puffy hole again. satoru’s hand claps down against your asscheek, an affectionate smack that’s his way of saying he’s proud of you.

and even after his turn, when he’s emptied himself of every last drop of cum into your womb and he’s pulled you into his chest to pepper kisses over your face, still his long, lithe fingers dip between your folds. he sinks them into your twitching, sensitive cunt and he fucks you with two of his fingers, curling up to prod at that perfect spot that has your eyes rolling and this time you shriek as you squirt again.

because in his eyes it’s the ultimate form of praise—it’s your body telling him how fucking good he’s making you feel. he loves your little faces, your little whimpers, the way you claw at the sheets and his shoulders, the way your back arches so pretty, the way your wet walls clench around him. but your sweet pussy making a mess–that’s when he knows he’s doing something right.

oral fixation

paiting: Bucky Barnes x Reader

rating: Explicit

summary: Your newest kink throws you—and Bucky—for a loop.

warnings: fluff, smut, ball worship, suckin’ on those nuts

A/N: OKAY TAKE TWO, BECAUSE MY FORMATTING WAS BOOTYASS—okay, i really have no excuse, nor am i gonna give one. @angrythingstarlight​​ and @sweeterthanthis​​ are partially at fault for my new obsession, lmfao. originally this was gonna be like… 1.5k words, but here we are at 3,464, so… that’s short for me 😂 thank you all for reading, and as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated and welcomed! This is a work of FICTION, and it contains Adult themes, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! MINORS, DNI!

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Something is wrong with you—it’s gotta be. There’s no reasonable explanation for your latest fixation, and honestly it would be ten times easier to blame Bucky if he was even remotely at fault. But for once, he actually isn’t. For once, this fantasy isn’t born from the filth that spills from his lips when he’s bottoming out inside your pussy, or while his cock spasms as he shoots down your throat. No, for once, this one is all you. 

Today is the day. You think, massaging shampoo determinedly into your wild hair as you stand beneath the shower stream. Today is the day I stop fantasizing about my boyfriend’s balls.  

Seguir leyendo

* TALK DIRTY TO ME

drabbles. their dirty talking styles.

contains. konig, ghost, and price / praise, slight breeding kink, degradation, dumbification.

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konig is surprisingly vocal when he’s rutting into you, though it’s probably not in the way you think. most of his words come out in hushed whispers laced with obscenities. he seems to lose any sense of shame he usually has because he’s just too drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him.

“feels s’fucking good—“ he mindlessly babbles out.

his large palms are stretched out on both sides of you, fingers digging into the mattress, while he keeps you caged underneath him.

“such a greedy pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…”

you can feel his hot breath fanning your face while his darkened eyes are stuck — transfixed — on the creamy white ring that covers his cock. the sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls.

“just begging for me to fill ya up,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. the noise somehow flips a switch in him and has könig fucking into you even harder.

“s’that what ya want? need me to fill ya up, fuck a baby into this pretty cunt?”

price just exudes dominance in all aspects even with his dirty talk, his words are more praising than anything else though. he’s always coaching you through things and telling you how good of a job you’re doing, he knows it gets you off and he also just can’t help but spoil you.

“mhmm, just like that, baby.” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock.

there’s a smirk on his face that he can’t even be bothered to hide when he hears you whining at the praise. he thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. you could be such a brat sometimes, he’d have to deal with that later.

“doing so well,” he says with a groan as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. “but you don’t think you’re gonna make me cum just from this, do you?”

it doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, the tip prodding against your sweet spot just right it has your toes curling.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” his movements are slow and controlled, he knows you’re close — he can feel it — but he’s not going to reward you unless you use yours words.

“come on, princess. all you have to do is beg and i’ll have you screaming for me…”

everything ghost says is absolutely filthy, he is all about the little details. he doesn’t actually notice what he’s saying in the heat of the moment, all he knows is that his words have your cheeks flushing to a pretty shade of red, and he loves it.

“you’re such a fuckin’ slut for me even your pussy knows it.” he practically growls. “look at this sloppy mess you’re making.”

he ruts the tip of his cock against your slit, coating your folds with his pre-cum. “jus’ gonna slip in with how wet you are..”

your arm is slung over your face as a way for you to hide your embarrassment, you know he’s right, there’s no way you could deny it. something about the way he talks to you when he’s pent up like this has your pussy throbbing.

“fuck, need to be balls deep inside this cunt.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you, the fat head of his cock slowly splitting you open as he makes you take in more and more of him.

the veins on his length rub your slick walls deliciously and it’s not surprising that you’re already twitching and creaming all over him as soon as he bottoms out.

“that’s it, there’s my slutty girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “stop using that pretty head, all you need to do is cum for me.”

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taurus risings are so easy to spot for me usually, bc the bottom half of their face is flat instead of pointy. like i can’t explain it. just like the taurus symbol (the bull). i guess u could say.. they have flat chins? idkkk. i don’t mean round faces necessarily cuz it’s not always that it’s just like the lower half of their face is straight often. they also have wider noses or prominent nostrils often

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