just another chaotic simp | she/they|18😎| im everywhere (even in your walls/j) request closed but feel free to send asks about the test third years 🤤 Minors be warned of nsfw /suggestive content
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel!
Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch
MNDI – NOT SUITED FOR MINORS
Primal instincts take the lead!
In this series of oneshots, hybrid characters from Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail just can’t resist you. Different features, different creatures, same hunger.
List of the creatures:
Red Riding Hood & The Big Bad Pie – In which Red Riding Hood gets the creamiest of the pies! (werewolf!Varka x reader)
TWs: MNDI, PWP, fairy tale vibes, predator/prey, size difference, age gap (he calls reader lil' Red, but reader IS NOT a minor) possessive behavior, manhandling, implied kidnapping. NSFW: non-con to dub-con to con, virginity loss, knotting, breeding kink, dacryphilia, creampie, Varka is in heat, oral sex (f receiving), a tiny bit of rimming and anal play marking/claiming, serving pussy so good he sees Celestia.
Pride Rock (Hard) – In which photographer's focus shifts from wildlife to wild life! (LionHybrid!JingYuan x reader)
TWs: MNDI, implied stalking, abduction, predator/prey dynamics, claiming, forced bonding, power imbalance, size difference, manhandling, blood (from biting), and an itty-bitty plot twist at the end. NSFW: non-con to dub-con, spanking (x2 cause i'm freaky), fingering, oral (m receiving), face fucking, headlock, mating bite, creampie, breeding, cervix bullying, body betrayal (forced orgasm).
My Kitchen, My Rules, Your Face – In which an overworked girl suddenly adopts a feral himbo! (RaccoonHybrid!Caelus x reader)
TWs: Slice of life, breaking and entering, yearning, tsunder-ish reader, , hurt/comfort (just you both being stupid), stalking, possessiveness, jealousy, reader is an overworked office girlie so ummm grumpy x (kinda dumb) sunshine dynamics. NSFW: oral sex (f receiving, face sitting), dirty talk, praise kink, begging, coming untouched, lingerie kink (man in lingerie yall), PiV, protected to unprotected sex (which is really irresponsible dont do that pls), marathon sex, messy sex, exhibionism (kinda? you talk to your boss thru the phone while Cae be pounding), overstimulation, marking, pussy drunk raccoon bum.
FFS! Fox, Feast… Spouse? – In which a certain lonely fox spirit ties the knot... or knots! (Kitsune!Jiaoqiu x reader)
TWs: Lost in the woods trope, manipulation, drugging, forced marriage, heavily implied murder and cannibalism, body modification (transformation), he also turned out a bit yanderish, erotic horror basically… NSFW: Non-con, shibari, body betrayal, forced orgasm.
Just what the Doctor ordered – In which putting all your eggs in one basket doesn't end well! (???Dottore x DoveHybrid!reader)
TWs: Dottore, abduction, captor/captive, cold to possessive dottore, a bit of medical horror, size difference, forced proximity, fearplay, degradation, nesting, death threats, malnourished + petite reader. NSFW: Non-con, monsterfucking, fuck or die situation (for the reader), loss of innocence, oviposition, and egg laying, marking, oral sex (m resieving), twisted aftercare.
H2O: Just Add... a Sovereign – In which a fisher girl takes the bait – hook line and sinker! (Merman!Neuvilette x reader)
TWs: manipulation, power Imbalance (god/devotee dynamics), possessive behavior, breath play, size difference, forced transformation, drowning. NSFW: beach sex, praise kink, he has 2 cocks so double penetration, oral sex (m and f receiving), face-fucking, wet and messy, implied abduction.
2 bulls 1 cow – In which two bulls thoroughly befriend their farmer's prized cowgirl! (BullHybrid!Phainon x CowHybrid!reader x BullHybrid!Mydei)
TWs: Polyamory, love at first sight, size difference, manhandling, praise and degradation kinks, innocent reader, implied cubby reader. NSFW: breeding kink, lactation kink, exhibitionism (outdoor sex), oral sex (m and f receiving), squirting, creampie, overstimulation, dacryphilia, spanking, full nelson, double penetration
Note: order and tags may change, but animalistic behaviour and penetrative sex + possessive behaviour are constant ones.
Your honor, in my defense, I'm an ovulating freak! Also, my birthday is coming up and I've decided to kinda treat myself as well my darlings to some animalistic smut c:
Btw, do tell me if i need to create a taglist for this one.
Upd: Leave a comment under this post if you want me to tag you.
I'm going crazy rn trying to find that one fic where we work at a maid cafe and the twst boys just so happen to visit said cafe while we're working👁️👄👁️ I need help plz 💔
Edit: I forgot to mention but I'm pretty sure I just read this 2 weeks ago (or like the first week of January)
Edit#2: SOMEONE FOUND IT( ≧Д≦)❤️❤️❤️ the link to the fic I'm talking about is in the comments thank you again to this lovely person for finding it
Ok from what I remember: ruggie is working with us at the maid cafe as a chef(?) all I remember is that he works in the kitchen.
Each scenario is seperated by dorm so basically the boys visit together at the cafe based on what dorm it is (?) I added a question mark cuz all I remember is that Leona was alone in the savannaclaw part and that we were talking to ruggie in the kitchen before he arrived
the one I remember the most is the octo trio part where we were outside the cafe and handing out flyers and while we are waiting for our co-worker to come out of the cafe to switch places with us, the trio See's us and approaches us trying to tease the reader and stuff. And when our co worker finally came out she tells us to serve the octo trio
Plz help me cuz I wanna read it again for shits and giggles 🥹🥹
The amount of inappropriate things I wanna say everytime they came on screen 🫦🫦🫦
YEAH WELL IM CRAVING YOU TREY 😋😋😋
Will give this man head all night all day 😋
Ackkk just think about how much this man would be a huge tease watching you take all of him in your mouth 🫦(it's too big and he's being a big meanie by enjoying you struggle to take it all in😣😣)
(god that smirk is gonna be the death of me kahvsndbwjfbejjs)
Ohhh noooo the big bad lion is awake 🫦🫦 ( trust I'm on my knees IMMEDIATELY)
Leona I'm already laying down with my legs SPREAD
Yu is stronger than me cuz I would've unzipped Leona's pants and sucked him off right then and there 🫣
Horniness aside, look at how silly they are 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ (MY SHAYLASSSSS)
NGL with the way trey is smiling here, I would've actually believed him too😭
My first short fic inaugurating my exit from retirement
I'm a little late to the party and a little rusty from my absence of writing fanfic. I realized it was Rook's birthday, so I felt the need to write a little somethin'-somethin' to help bring me out of retirement. I hope you still like my writing style!
This is still a university AU because I don't really like writing about high school kids. Don't like? Don't read.
Rook Hunt -> mid 20's (I know he's at least 18 in canon, but I prefer writing for characters who are either canonically or aged up to their 20's)
Friends to Lovers (Vil has a hand in the following shenanigans)
Content: sickly sweet fluff, tipsiness (liquor-infused chocolate), mild food play (Rook insists on feeding you), kissing in the snow, slow burn to smut, pet names, oral (female receiving), missionary, consent kink (??? idk if that's even a thing, not that consent is a kink or that it's optional. consent "kink" as in over enthusiastic verbal consent and what not. you'll probably see what I mean down below), safe sex (i.e. condoms)
mon dieu: my goodness
mon doux: my sweet
chérie: darling (feminine)
FEMALE READER!
🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞
Divider was created by @/Saradika-graphics
"Please explain to me why you're using me as your dress-up doll?" You asked Vil as he put on the finishing touches to your makeup.
"Haven't you wanted to look pretty, sweet potato?"
"I can be pretty without a hundred pounds of makeup."
Vil pouted. "You're lucky Rook is so fond of you."
He whirled you around on the chair so you could see yourself in the mirror. You really did look like a doll. Vil could shrink you down and put you on a shelf if he wanted to. The look Vil painted on your face with blush, eyeshadow, and lip gloss complimented your skin tone. Your face was smooth as porcelain. You couldn't spot a single pore.
"And now let's see the full vision," said Vil.
You sighed as you stood up from the chair. The petticoat swished as you walked over to the full-length gilded mirror. Vil dressed you in a chocolate-themed frilly number with fleece-lined leggings, brown boots, and coat with teddy bear soft brown lapels. He situated a brown beret with a striped ribbon while ignoring your nagging.
"What the fuck is this even for? I'm just hanging out with Rook for his birthday."
Vil pinched your cheek. "None of that crude language, missy. Humor me for one evening and you'll thank me later."
"What are you--" Your next sentence was halted by the knocking on Vil's door.
Before you could hide, Vil told whoever was on the other side of the door to come in. Heat rose to your cheeks. Never would you be caught dead wearing something so frou-frou, and yet here you are and no time to hide. To your great horror, Rook entered without a second of hesitation. He and Vil chatted for a moment, but you couldn't escape the latter's notice for long. There weren't many places you could hide without drawing attention to yourself with the petticoat making noise with every move you made. Rook caught you in the corner of his eye. Immediately upon spotting you with his hunter's eyes, his cheeks turned to a ruddy hue. Red like an apple. His hands came together with his fingers pointed up as if in prayer and put them against his mouth. There was an obvious sparkle in his eyes.
That's when you got a really good look at him too. You noticed he even changed his hair a little bit. His bangs no longer shadowed his piercing eyes. Your admiration for his new hair cut was cut short when you looked more closely at what he was wearing. He usually dressed very dapper and today was no different. That's not what you noticed. Dark brown trousers with thin pinstripes and a brown coat that suspiciously matched the brown in your coat and dress. Adding further insult was the matching chocolate piece patterned fabric that was also found in your dress. You turned to glare at Vil, who most certainly had a hand in the almost matching outfits.
"Vil..." You growled.
"Oh! Look at the time! You two better get going, shouldn't you?" Vil grabbed your wrist and started pulling you towards the door, then pushed Rook in the same direction. "Be safe!" He slammed his bedroom door and locked the door.
"Should we get going?" Asked Rook.
You made a promise. This was your birthday present to Rook. Letting him take you out to town was a backwards sort of present considering it was his birthday and not yours. It was, however, the only thing you cold afford on the limited "generosity" of the university dean. Rook insisted that this was the only thing he wanted from you as a present. It was Vil's idea to dress you up for it, regardless of your protesting. As the pair of you began the journey through the campus, it was only natural that Deuce and Ace spotted you on the way out. Deuce had the sense to keep his mouth shut, not so much on Ace's part, who snickered like a school kid. You craned your neck to turn to glare at him.
"Not a damn word," you seethed before turning your head back to look ahead of you.
"Something the matter, mon aime?"
"Oh! it's uh...nothing." You say cheerfully.
You make it off campus without further incident. By the time you returned, it was very likely Ace would spread what he saw you wearing around the whole Heartslaybul dormitory and you'll never hear the end of it. For now, you put all of that in the back of your mind. You were essentially Rook's birthday present, so you turned your focus on him on the cab ride to town.
Twisted Wonderland was different than your home world in a lot of ways, and yet Christmas, or its equivalent, somehow made its way to this world like an ivy plant sprawling across dimensions. Holly wreaths and big, bright red bows decorated the street lamps. Pine trees festooned with strings of popcorn, glass ornaments, and lights were placed in over a dozen storefront windows. Faint music to lift the spirit and get people in a shopping mood played on public speakers. For a moment, you forget you're not on Earth. That is until you see someone using magic to place a glowing star on top of a tree.
Rook paid for dinner at a cozy bistro that played classical music but didn't feel like an upscale restaurant. The waiter seated you at a booth with a window-view of the street. You listened to Rook talk and ramble as you watched the shoppers go to and fro in the cold. Everything felt nostalgic and otherworldly at the same time. The meal was paired with a cup of warm apple cider for the both of you. The cinnamon made a little tingle in the back of your throat, but it fought the chill running through your core.
Rook rested his hand on his cheek as he just...looked at you. It wasn't an unnerving stare of a hunter, but something more. The look in his eyes was inquisitive. Like he was trying to solve a puzzle. You could hear the gears turning in his head. He took sip of his own cup of cider. The look in his eyes softened and smiled before looking back at you. This new look left more questions than answers. Why was he looking at you like that?
Before the meal even ended, you couldn't help but overhear other customers when Rook paused long enough to actually eat. A couple of women sitting at a table gossiped in hushed tones, but they were close enough for you to hear them.
"Oh my Sevens! They're even wearing matching outfits! Isn't that so cute?"
"I couldn't even get my boyfriend to wear the same color as me to my sister's wedding. Some girls get all the luck..."
You wouldn't call it luck. Just a third-party schemer. To what end, you couldn't figure out yet. Vil wasn't just a pretty face. He was wicked smart, and apparently had a mischievous streak to him as well. Matching outfits, really, Vil? When he pulled you into the Pomefiore dorm and took you to his room, he said it was about preventing you from looking like a homeless vagabond. If you had any inclination this was what he planned, you would have escaped before he brought out the petticoats and dress. Abashed, you feel the burn on your cheeks, and it wasn't because of the cider this time.
Rook paid the tab. You tried not to think about those gossipy patrons. You wanted to go home. You weren't talking about Nightraven. You wanted to return to your home world where magic didn't exist. Magic made things far more complicated and life-threatening on occasion. Then again, you think to yourself as you walk side by side with Rook down the street, you would have never met everyone. Not Deuce and Ace, not Riddle, not Lilia, not Jack, not Vil. Not him. Not him who offered his arm to prevent you from skidding on ice and falling flat on your ass. Not the one who made you his birthday present. Not him who had grown attached to you like lichen. Not the one who brought you inside the cafe and ordered hot chocolate for you.
No, definitely not him.
"Would you like to try a bite?" Rook offered a small helping of his tiramisu on his fork.
Lost in your own thoughts, you'd forgotten for a moment where you were and who you were with. One second you weighed the pros and cons of returning home, and the next you were being fed tiramisu by the hot blonde guy with sharp green eyes. At first, Rook's gaze was unnerving. He was perceptive, and annoyingly so. It was like being watched by a hunter. The more time you wound up spending time together, the softer his look became. If there were people in his life outside of family that Rook was obsessed with it would Vil, Niege, and now you, in that order. However, it seemed that slowly you were growing more popular in the ranks. Some nights, you found yourself hosting sleepover and study parties with him. He repaired the Ramshackle dorm, put up new curtains, and even offered better furniture. He bought some clothes with his own money so you wouldn't be stuck with whatever that happened to fit you from the lost and found. Leaving would be like cutting off a piece of you. Could you bring yourself to return to your old world and live with the memory of him and knowing you'd never see his face again. Never meet someone like him. Never hearing his voice for as long as you live.
You could barely touch your own dessert unless Rook fed it to you. His once-unnerving gaze held a peculiar light when he passed the cake from the plate to your mouth, a single bite at a time. Rook paid special attention to your lips when you took the food proffered as if to memorize the shape, color, and how they moved. Something about the look in his eyes started a fire in your lower belly.
You must have been imagining things.
Rook purchased a box of chocolates. You wondered if he meant to buy it for himself or for you, considering how generous he had been towards you on his own birthday. The cab was a silent ride back to campus. Light snow started to fall as you exited the cab and started walking back to Ramshackle. Thankfully, nobody was around to see you walking arm in arm with Rook. You stopped at the gate.
"Well, this is me. I...I hope you had a good time. Sorry that I couldn't get you anything for your birthday," you mumbled.
"Get me anything?" Rook cocked his head to the side. "Sweet little trickster, you're all the present I need. You even dressed to match!"
"It...It wasn't my idea!"
"Oh? Was this also not your doing?"
Suddenly, Rook cupped your face between your hands. His thumb rubbed your lower lip, smearing the lip oil.
"Your lips. I haven't been able to think about little else. I've never seen them so plump and glossy! Did you let Vil doll you up? For me?"
"Well, um, yes but I didn't--"
Your words stopped short by Rook planting a chaste kiss to your lips. It was quick and over with before you blinked. The warmth in your lower belly grew too hot to be ignored. You found yourself wanting more than quick peck. Just as Rook pulled away, you reached out and grabbed him by the lapels to yank him back towards you. You snapped your eyes shut, so you didn't see how wide Rook's eyes went when you planted a hungry kiss on his mouth.
You were kissing as the snow landed gently on your shoulders and the top of your head. Rook returned the favor with more demanding kisses. He rolled his tongue against yours. The fervor of his kiss made your knees go weak. You planted your hands on his shoulders to keep balance. By the time you separated to each breath, there was no denying what was going to happen next.
"Grim...and the ghosts...I don't want them to--"
"Say no more, amour."
Rook scooped you off your feet like a prince from a fairy tale. He let you hold the box of chocolates which you'd forgotten about when he kissed you.
"Wait! Aren't I a little heavy for you to carry?" You worried.
"Nonsense! You're light as a feather!"
Rook made his way to the castle that Nightraven used as its school. He practically sprinted to the Hall of Mirrors with only a little effort. Once he reached the Pomefiore mirror, Rook set you down on your feet. He held your hand as he pulled you with him through the magic portal. There was a light dusting of snow falling all around the Pomefiore dorm room too. Clutching the box of chocolates to your chest, you sprinted alongside Rook to reach the warm safety of the dormitory. Once inside, you snuck quietly to his room to avoid getting caught.
Rook tossed the box of chocolates onto the bed. Clothes started to litter the floor. Yours and his. Your lips met his while the pair of you danced in a strange tango towards the bed. Rook's lips came away smeared. He licked his lips before setting you on the edge of the bed.
"My! What is that sensation on my mouth? It tingles."
"L-Lip plumper."
"Vil thinks of everything," Rook murmured as he knelt. He unlaced your boots and pulled them off with agonizing slowness.
"Mon dieu," he said massaging your calfs. "You're still cold under all these layers? We'd better warm you up."
Rook helped you shed the frou-frou monstrosity Vil made you wear. First, the layers of petticoat. Then, the dress itself. He reached behind you and unzipped the garment and helped you stand and step out of it. He pulled the silken slip up and over your head. His calloused thumbs hooked into the waistband of your leggings and pulled them down your legs along with your wool socks. Rook unbuckled his shoes and kicked them off. Somewhere between the door and the bed, his coat had come off. He unbuttoned his shirt with such skill you couldn't help but admire his deft fingers. Next, came his slacks, socks, and undershirt. Your mouths met again in a steamy kiss. You wanted to devour each other until there was nothing left.
Rook was right. Your skin was chilled despite the numerous layers. He pulled you into himself with the both of you lounging on his queen-sized bed in just your underwear. Rook pried open the box of chocolate that he'd tossed there.
"Open." He said.
You parted your lips wide enough for him to slip a piece into your mouth. The rich taste of chocolate, caramel, and something else. It wasn't bad, but there was a burst of flavor you hadn't expected. The sweet was more aromatic than you thought it would be.
"That one was caramel and brandy in a chocolate shell. Do you like?" Said Rook.
You nodded. Rook fed you another and a third. He took a fourth piece, held it between his teeth, and invited you take a bite with him. It was possibly the most intimate thing you'd ever done. The chocolate melted between each other's mouths. Rook's tongue licked your lips clean as the liquor-infused candy smeared there.
"Tasting you...tasting your mouth, your lips. It's...addictive. I could do this forever, mon amour," Rook whispered against your lips.
You unhooked your bra, letting the garment fall off your shoulders and gave Rook a slow reveal of your chest. You could hear him audibly suck in his breath. The bra was tossed onto the floor along with the rest of your clothes. Rook eased you onto your back. He took more pieces of chocolate and laid them on top of your body. Your breasts, stomach, and hips. All leading down to you-know-where. You shivered with anticipation. Rook used only his mouth to take each piece while gently licking and nibbling on your skin. Finally, he reached your covered core. Just like with your leggings, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband. Rook glanced up to seek your permission first. You nodded for him to continue because if he didn't, you think you might actually die.
Not taking your consent for granted, Rook eased down your underwear until he slipped them off entirely. Rough fingers gently spread your thighs apart so he could look at you. All of you.
Rook lowered himself onto his stomach after slotting himself between your legs. In a good way, you shivered. His lips found their way to your calves and began leaving a trail of kisses upwards all the way to your thighs. His teeth nibbled your skin here and there. He left a trail of little bruises as if to mark his territory. Once he reached the center, once again, Rook looked up to ask for permission. You nodded, but that didn't seem good enough this time.
"Let me hear you, pet. I want your enthusiastic consent first," said Rook.
The man had one of your knees hooked under his arm. Rook looked ready to make a feast of you. The fact that he was being patient and in control of himself enough to hold off until you gave verbal consent made him all the more endearing.
"Yes! Yes, please, Rook!" You spoke with zero sense of embarrassment.
"As my lady wishes..."
Oh. My. Sevens.
His tongue. You didn't know how much experience Rook had with other women, and you weren't sure you wanted to know. You clutched the bed sheets for dear life as Rook suckled on your clit. After a few seconds, you thought you were about to come already. Your back arched off the bed; your spine tight as a bowstring. You dripped all over his face. Your legs trembled as Rook made a feast of you. You could feel him moan against your core as he savored the flavor of you. He had your eyes rolling back and hips bucking against his face before long. When his fingers came into play, it was all over for you. He suckled hard on your clit as his fingers inserted themselves into wet heat, plunging inside to find that sweet spot to send you over the edge. Your body thrashed about the bed. Your voice cracked a little as you keened in response to his ministrations. When he brought you over the finish line, you moaned loud enough to wake the whole dormitory.
Rook pulled away. He licked his lips and his fingers clean of the juices. Some of it still ran down his chin. You panted for breath as he crawled in next to you. He planted more kisses down your next, chest, shoulders, and even your belly. All the while, you strained your ears to listen for footsteps and a knocking at the door, but neither came. Safe in the knowledge that nobody was coming to disturb the two of you, you wrapped your arms around him and nestled your knees against his hips. Rook kissed your mouth, making you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.
"Ready?" Rook asked.
"Y-Yes."
He reached into a drawer in his bedside table. You weren't expecting it, but was glad to see the rubber. Rook tore it open with the help of his teeth and slipped it on. He sunk into you with gritted teeth in an attempt to control himself. Once he was buried up to the hilt, it was like all bets were off. Rook had to kiss you to muffle the sounds of your moans as he thrust back and forth. You clung onto him during the wild ride. You bucked your hips against his and matched his pace. The kiss only ended when neither of you could stand not breathing anymore.
"Mon doux. You're so wet. I'm slipping in so easily. You're eager for this, aren't you?" He chuckled. Rook wiped the sweat from his brow before he thrusted harder and faster into you. "I can't control myself. Tell me...Tell me if I get too rough, alright, chérie?"
You nod. "It feels....it feels so good, Rook."
Rook grabbed hold of the headboard. His knuckles clenched hard and turned white with how tight he was holding on. Above you, he was an animal finally released from his cage. You didn't mind one bit how fast and how hard he was drilling into you. Every sensation he gave you was welcomed. Your hands moved from his shoulders to Rook's lower back where your nails dug in and left tiny crescent shapes in his flesh. The pleasure mixed with pain sent a shiver down his spine. You felt it ripple through him beneath your fingers as you clung onto him. You wrapped your legs around him as if to never let him go.
The bed rocked underneath you with the force of Rook's movements and yours. It was only a matter of time before someone demanded you quiet down so they could get their beauty sleep, and what would they find? The prefect from Ramshackle getting deliciously railed by the Pomefiore dorm leader's second-in-command.
However, nobody ever did bang on the door. And even if they did, you were so lost in each other, it was hard to tell. Rook had to kiss you again as soon as he felt your body clamping down on him. If he hadn't, when you climaxed with a scream really would have woken the dorm. Your legs trembled violently against his hips until Rook came to his own end. The condom was almost fit to burst. He pulled out slowly and carefully, trying to avoid spilling anything inside you. The used rubber was tossed into the waste bin immediately. Rook washed you with a damp cloth before crawling into bed with you and pulling the covers over the both of you.
Rook woke up ahead of you to start his morning routine. You watched him wash his face, apply foundation and setting powder, and pull on his clothes. You were too sore to get dressed right away. Rook let you take your sweet time.
"I'll see you in the refectory in a while, yes?" He kissed your forehead before turning to leave.
Eventually, you did get dressed. Those the lawyers were annoying to put on by yourself, you didn't want to leave too many traces of yourself in Rook's room. Once dressed again, you tip-toed your way out of the dormitory. Everything was quiet. Too quiet.
Just as you almost reached the front door, a voice, loud and clear, called after you.
"Your first walk of shame, sweet potato?"
You turned to find Vil standing at the top of the grand staircase. He shook his head and descended.
"The least he could have done was escort you home afterwards. Not the gentlemanly thing to do, you know?"
The amount of inappropriate things I wanna say everytime they came on screen 🫦🫦🫦
YEAH WELL IM CRAVING YOU TREY 😋😋😋
Will give this man head all night all day 😋
Ackkk just think about how much this man would be a huge tease watching you take all of him in your mouth 🫦(it's too big and he's being a big meanie by enjoying you struggle to take it all in😣😣)
(god that smirk is gonna be the death of me kahvsndbwjfbejjs)
Ohhh noooo the big bad lion is awake 🫦🫦 ( trust I'm on my knees IMMEDIATELY)
Leona I'm already laying down with my legs SPREAD
Yu is stronger than me cuz I would've unzipped Leona's pants and sucked him off right then and there 🫣
Horniness aside, look at how silly they are 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ (MY SHAYLASSSSS)
NGL with the way trey is smiling here, I would've actually believed him too😭
Words cannot describe how much I want both of them to fuck me till I pass out , ohhhhhh myyyyy gahhhhh😣😖😖😖😖
Ackkk just thinking about trying to fit them both in one hole 😖😖😖
Will give them the sloppiest head at the Same. Damn. Time.
(Chat I'm so down bad for them omg- skdnsjfbajdnjrjs feel free to send asks my way about your horny thoughts of the third years I'll try to answer them as much as I can, I need to find my people💔💔😣😣)
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