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helloo, this is julie !! [she.her] eighteen + requests: open

ask box is open ! notes. [n]sfw blog all the craze. tokyo debunker, tokyo revengers, blue lock, twisted wonderland, knb, etc.

anons. ꕀ 🥨, …

i will for sure! i probably wont do eight facts again cus that isnt on theme (and too annoying to research lol)

or even better if he teased your pussy with it, just stroking it down and randomly slapping your clit.

no but the role play would be amazing. since he’s more of the vanilla type in bed, it would be such a 180 if he decided to make you striptease for him— to make you work for his cock.

ft. leona, ruggie, jack

LEONA

๑. you're his pretty bunny

๑. it's the only way to wake him up

๑. in the back of his truck

๑. second sons don't need condoms

๑. sneaking off into his families garden

๑. slow and steady wins the race 

RUGGIE

๑. hyenas are naturally subby

๑. lackluster backshots of doom

๑. whose louder

๑. plap plap plap

๑. please just ride him 

JACK

๑. he’s so heavy

๑. weight training

๑. a very serious body examination

๑. see, he isn't always rough

๑. you’re too embarrassed to show your face 

i'm sorry, but teddy has to have the most bizarre kinks.

he’d have to have some degradation sprinkled in there. like, spit in his mouth, yank on his ugly ass hair, make him rub your feet; nothing is too much for him. nothing is hotter to him than when you look at him with that glare of yours.

i feel like he’d have some master/slave type of relationship. if you say bark, he asks how loud, you know?

๑. [n]sfw ๑. ft. hugo

#3. remove all distractions:

you weren’t a nuisance to hugo, but you were someone who made his eyes flicker whenever he scored a goal or made a particularly good pass. you being near him was enough to distract him. at practice, you were pushed away, left to your own devices. you weren’t even allowed to stay in the building during practice. whether you were an arm’s length away or a football field away, it felt the same to him.

#2. meditation:

since meditation was such a simple activity, you were allowed to join him for a good hour of closing your eyes and deep breathing. there was nothing special about it for hugo, but for you, your mind wandered. you wanted to hear every little sound he held back in bed. how he’d react if you gave him a surprise kiss and began to massage his perfect dick. feel it harden in your hand and twitch with every little squeeze and tug. in truth, he would pull you away and slam the door on you. so you were left alone with your thoughts and your throbbing core, while your prize was just out of reach.

#1. getting enough sleep!

it’s embarrassing how long it takes hugo to fall asleep, and when he finally does, he’s restless. yoga before bed does nothing, and a glass of warm milk does even less. so you finally step up to help him, your nails leaving red marks along his pale back, legs lifted to press against your chest all so he can get a good night's rest.

“you’re fine,” he warned, rolling his hips in a solid thrust to pick up his pace. his face tightened slightly, muscles tensing as he dropped his head to your shoulder. your hair stood on its ends, feeling every flutter of hot air.

his hand slid down to your clit, making your mouth drop. “don’t be weak.”

anywho, ill be writing the top three votes next and if you have any other ideas/changes tell me 😛

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yess, i was actually going to do them next lol. they’re also my favorite dorm so there might be more links than usual (๑>؂•̀๑)

comment if you wanna be tagged you know the drill

๑ 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥!𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 sticks a corncob up your cooter. that’s all.

๑ tw: public sex, corncob in v, squirting. 

“you hafta quiet down, darlin’.”

how you ended up in this situation flickered at the back of your mind, the moans you tried to suppress surfacing again. but his words held no weight against the lively fair crowd. adults hooted and hollered, children squealed with delight as they were handed ice cream. all of it drowned out the sound of your moans.

in your current state, fear of being seen by anyone peeking between the stalls didn’t even register. what people would say about the town hero, down on one knee and pressing a corncob against your soaked entrance, wasn’t important anymore.

what he should have said was, “i’m so horny, darlin’. let’s go home.” at least then a condom would be ready, and his dick could be stretching you out instead of a makeshift dildo. you’d be on your bed, legs over his shoulders, taking every inch of him on your creaking mattres– not squatting over filthy dirt while he slid a corncob inside you.

“h-hng–”

but instead, you found yourself hovering above the ground, your slick coating the yellow fruit as it disappeared, the kernel’s ridges brushing against you tirelessly.

“s-seriously, couldn’t we have gone home for this?” you pant.

“how would we cover the cost of buying our cow then?” he replied, pulling the corncob back to tease your clit in a figure-eight motion.

“ohhh,” you winced at the withdrawal but jerked against the fruit. your hand shot to the ground to steady yourself, dirt scraping under your nails.

“focus on me,” he said, grabbing your back and pulling you close to his chest. like a hero draping his cape over a civilian, he placed his hat upon your head. “no one will find you now, ‘cause i’m here.”

a sharp laugh escaped you, quickly turning into a whine as he twisted his wrist, making the corncob hit your sweet spot. your legs trembled, struggling to keep you upright, but the town hero’s hand stayed firm, steadying you.

still, your knees gave out, hitting the ground as the corncob burrowed deeper inside you in an instant. your eyes rolled back, your spine straightening as you rolled your hips in circular motions around it, as if possessed.

“faster,” you begged, bouncing on the fruit. your full weight on it made you see stars, your eyelids trembling, cunny clenching like a vice. “oh my god– I’m coming, coming, fuck!”

your walls clenched hard around the cob before he pulled it out. you whimpered, hips buckling and juices splattered onto the dirt and your shoes.

your pleasure sent ripples through your hips, twitching and spasming. we waited patiently until they came to a somewhat stop, as he pulled your panties and shorts back up.

“guess we can’t sell this anymore, huh doll?” he laughed, licking the slick that drizzled over the corncob like chocolate syrup.

── 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬 makes sure to take his time with you. slow kisses soften into velvety grazes, his husky breath tracing every curve of your face before his lips meet yours. groans escape him as you subconsciously roll your hips against his thick thigh, long before he’s “done anything special to warrant it, darlin’.”

his kisses are much too erotic, the bristles of his beard tickling your sensitive skin as he leaves open-mouthed kisses on your freshly exposed flesh. his lips are melted honey against you, leaving you craving more and more long before he ever reaches for his belt.

thick fingers curl deep inside you, making you writhe beneath his touch. you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cry out, “i can’t cum anymore!” only to pull you toward peak after peak minutes later. it’s such a turn-on for him, knowing he still “has it” despite his age.

missionary is almost as intoxicating as mating press with him, his massive frame pressing you down onto the bed while he holds your gaze. it’s overwhelming his far too massive cock stretching you wider than anyone else ever has, whispering sweet nothings while nibbling your ear.

his pace never falters when he’s with you in bed, rocking in and out with a steady rhythm. it’s neither fast nor slow, just right. and when he pulls your leg up to the side to get in just the slightest bit deeper, he has you seeing stars.

i’ve been sick and was struck with visions of moe bundus making out with my kneepits… and he was like eating it out… my day is ruined

SCARABIA duo | 18+, mdni ft. MINAJAEL

حب 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌. . .

you asked him to be more controlling and he took it too literal checking out how your new shorts look hes your new magic carpet no ones home so be as loud as you want <3 he cant stay still for a second you’re his new favorite dessert

حب 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋. . .

hes the master for once beg for him to let you cum sit there and take it finaly seeing eachother after finals you called him a snake so he put you in your place he should be making midnight tea for kalim so stay quiet 

حب 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐋. . .

warming you up he has a horrible sense of humor he wants to tease the quietness out of you he had a long day his family spending money goes to you dont you deserve a present? rearranging the furniture 

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