Sighhhh

I think it’s worth a shot guys

jason eats you out like a man STARVED.

I’m talking straight after patrol, he’ll come back to your apartment through your window. The familiar thud of his boots on your wooden floor not unnoticed by you, and as soon as he gets a sight of you, the smell of you, he’s ready.

He wouldn’t even say ‘hello’ and you couldn’t even get out a ‘how was patrol?’ before he’s leaping onto you, grabbing you swiftly and hoisting you onto his lap as he walks over to your bedroom, throwing you onto the mattress with a thud.

It would all be a blur, the way he’d rip off your panties and glare up through his lashes with desperation, lust and desire. The way he’d lean down, position himself between your thighs and lay the sweetest open mouthed kisses on your skin onto to be replaced with harsh bites that leave marks for days due to his sharp teeth.

You would let out the most angelic, pornographic gasps and screams and he loves it. Call him sadistic for loving those little screams of pain and pleasure that escape your lips, hell just laugh in your face because you both know you love it.

He’d grab onto your thighs with his calloused hands, fingertips digging into your flesh whilst he licks a long stripe on your cunt. His tongue swiping through your folds, collecting and savouring the warm slick that’s been gathering all night. “—been thinking about me, baby?” his voice a low murmur, breathy and ready to devour you whole.

You can only nod, eyes closed and head leaned back against your pillows as he begins his feast. He’d literally make out with your pussy, wetness all over his chin. Lewd noises filling the four walls, your hands clasping down onto the sheets whilst your toes curl. You needed this. You needed him.

He’d lean in further, and you’d moan so loudly when his tongue dips into your hole, teasing your gummy walls before he retreats, and replaces his tongue with his two thick digits.

The sound that would escape your mouth would be heavenly, his fingers were so big, they stretch you out perfectly and the way he’d pumping in and out whilst his tongue flicks and sucks at your clit, nose occasionally bumping at your sensitive bud makes you see stars.

He knows when you’re close, when your cunt start squeezing him, never leaving him go, never letting him leave and he just coos. Your mouth gawping open and moaning, gasping, panting his name whilst his free hand would come to rest on your stomach lovingly, “.. don’t worry, baby, let it out..”

“Jason— ahh— fuck..! mmh—“ your gasps all hazy, fuzzy, you’d be literally grinding onto his face and nose chasing your high. And when it hit, you’d let out the most intense scream, juices seeping down onto his chin, all over his face and he’d get up like it was nothing. Sitting up between your thighs, looking all messy and gorgeous with pupils blown out.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his mouth, he’d prop himself up onto his elbows, “—think you can handle another ?”

He was truly a messy eater.

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a/n: jaybae don’t play about his girls pussy. periodt. also i wrote this half asleep.

just felt my heartbeat between my thighs seeing this gif 😩 can't wait to watch this movie tomorrow goddamn

credit to @gydima original gifset

“it has to be so painful for the colorado fans watching this”

eat my ass

bro before i fell asleep yesterday i was thinking about riding jason while he looks all cute sliding his glasses up and nervously trying to know where he should put his hands #needthat

bestie I wasn’t sure if this was a req or a thought but I had to write this it’s so…..

nsfw below the cut!

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poor jason.

it’s unclear where he should be placing his hands. on your hips perhaps, guiding your movements as you ride him? digging into the skin of your ass? kneading your tits perking in his face? or perhaps hold the sheets?

for now, he struggles keeping his glasses perched upon his nose as they slide off repeatedly. his fingers shakily push them up again, before ultimately deciding on resting against your hips.

the sight of you is nearly enough to have him ascending to elysium. your skin soft beneath his touch, hair cascading like waterfalls over your shoulders, your head thrown back in pleasure— eyes closed, and his cock fitting perfectly inside of you.

while on the other hand, jason was only hoping he didn’t look too much of a loser beneath you, with his glasses fogged and falling and his hands nervously splayed on your skin.

though, most worries are diminished as soon as they come with the overwhelming feeling of you on top of him, riding out his early morning hardness lazily. you felt too good around him, like somehow you’re some kind of greek goddess in the body of a mortal.

but, your looks are just as ethereal so maybe you’re only simply lying about being half god.

jason guides his own hips into yours, cock further outstretching your gummy walls. it feels euphoric to have such a pretty girl treat to him like this, like christmas came early this year.

your name leaves his lips involuntarily, actually, the only thing that had ever been able to fall from his tongue since the moment your panties came off.

and that was a half an hour ago. the poor guy, so nervous.

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S

𓂃 ࣪˖༉‧₊˚.

MICHAEL AFTON

delicate frames — fluff, one shot.

unpacking silence. — angst, one shot.

𓂃 ࣪˖༉‧₊˚.

WILLIAM AFTON

mackinnon with a massive goal to make it 2-3! this is the fight we need.

michael afton? in my marvel movie?

MINORS DNI 18+

ANAKIN SKYWALKER has a bad habit of going all night. He’s aware of the values of rest, he knows he has responsibilities to attend to the next day that require a clear head, and yet he cannot refuse you. Not that there’s a request to be denied, but when you stand there in your long nightgown in the Coruscant apartment you share, how can he ponder anything other than tricking you out of it? He’ll sweet talk you, croon, hold you close and charm you out of your clothes. He’ll have you bare and riding him on the couch, toying with your pretty tits in his hands while you bounce on his every aching inch. He’ll consume you, intoxicate you with his scent and his desire, he’ll be your every thought while he slithers in and out of your mind, abusing the force to bend your wills and train you into ecstasy. You writhe on the bed you share with him, tangling a mess of sheets in your throes of passion. Your claws sink into the soft down of your comforter while his weight lays on your back, pinning you to the mattress as he soothes your hot insides, fucking you from behind tightly knitted while his hand brushes back your sweaty hair from your forehead. His lips murmur against your cheek as your delicate countenance twists in something akin to anguish. He would pity you, if only you were truly in pain. Instead, you cry out in the heat of your climax, the evidence pooling out from between your legs. How can he refuse the night hours, when this is his only chance to fully indulge in the pleasures of your exquisite beauty?

brock nelson just took a stick to the nose... safe to say he's seeing stars... i'm funny right?