Trashbandit777 - The Vers Monsterfucker

not to be a dirty commie or anything but i don't think any one person should have enough money to solve world hunger and then get to decide not to

I was not built to work a job....I need to be puppied....need to be shushed and told that everything's okay as they slide into me and fill me up

Teasing your vampire boyfriend by revoking his access to your room. He's stuck at the doorway watching you play with yourself, knowing he's forbidden you from touching what's his without permission.

His claws digging into the doorframe, splintering the wood and snarling loud enough to echo through the room.

You know when you invite him in again he's going to absolutely wreck you .. But its too much fun watching him angrily fist his cock, growling all the things he's going to do to you.

Hey fellow masked villan lovers?

Where can I find heart eyes fanfics

Sincerely,

The T-boy who had incredibly freaky thoughts in the cinema and hasn't stopped thinking about it since

😩😩😩😩😩😩

Everytime I see your small text and pink fonts I want to scream because I know it's gonna be tastyyyyyy

Can I request Ghost taking charge, but getting lost in the sauce and letting out the most delicious little whimpers and whines?

I don't think he even knows it's the sound of him losing his mind that's your undoing.

simon riley getting reduced to pathetic sounds because of your dreamy pussy

simon is a man of control. it's in his nature to be in charge of everything around him, his surroundings, his soldiers. everything, even you.

but what he didn't anticipate was how fucking heavenly your cunt would feel wrapped around his achy cock, tight warmth squeezing him in as he rutted helplessly further and further. a man of control reduced to nothing, but pathetic whines and grunts. noises he doesn't even register.

your legs are numb over his shoulder, his arms flexing on either side of your head, that you desperately claw at for reprieve, with his head drooped between his shoulders. you swore warm, slick drool dripped from his swollen, chapped lips onto your breasts as he whimpered mindlessly. it was that good.

he also doesn't even realise, but he's fucking himself and you into oblivion. he's in heaven, and you can't pry him from the gates, he's lost. you lost count of the amount of times you came, and if he was wearing a condom, there's no doubt it's burst or leaking from being stuffed full, a creamy ring coating his cock. your arousal paints his hips and thighs.

time is lost of the two of you, and it's a long while before he falls on top of your broken body, sweaty and rung out from the amount he put you through.

and the bastard falls asleep within 2 minutes of his collapse, snoring your ear off, still buried deep in your achy, sore cunt. good luck getting him off, he sleeps like a log, and he's heavy like a rock.

Maybe becoming a werewolf wouldn't fix my mental illness but it would fix my Not Being A Werewolf problem

Reblog if you're an NSFW blog not run by a cis dude.

I need more people to follow but the only blogs I'm finding are boring dudes who all post the same generic black and white gifs and I'm not into it.

*me flirting* hey wanna suffer together

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry