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Hello
I've made this blog as a spot for all my adult content and 18+ fics, oneshots, and other content. This does not just equal hornyposting but also other adult themes, which will be tagged appropriately. For obvious reasons, this is not a place for minors.
walking in on your f/o just out of the shower or bath in the early stages of knowing each other and they’ve still got the towel barely covering themselves— hanging dangerously low on their waist, droplets of water tracing their muscles, their skin still flushed from the heat….
thinking about gentle fingering in bed; your fave curled around you, their body sturdy where your back meets their chest. one arm underneath you, cradling you close - and the other between your thighs, teasing you, playing with you, murmuring sweet nothings against your ear as they open you up and rock you against their hand. two fingers pressing into your slick insides, the heel of their palm working your swollen clit with every pass back and forth as they encourage you to let go, let them feel you come, be good for them - do you know how hot and wet and tight you feel inside? how it makes them feel as though the only place their fingers have ever belonged is buried inside of you as you pant and whine and press yourself against them? how satisfied they are when you whimper and your thighs clench about their hand and they feel the twitch of your insides, sucking them in, as your orgasm runs down their fingers and onto their hand in little rivulets of slick and they kiss your brow and you stare at them hazy-eyed?
there’s nowhere they’d rather be.
it's actually being fucked in a big sweater that falls off one shoulder, thigh high socks, and absolutely nothing else season
try not to think about your fave alone in their bedroom with their trousers undone, their shirt pulled up to display their torso, sweat beading along their skin, breath coming out in hot, quick pants . . . try not to think about their eyes squeezed shut as they conjure the thought of you half-dressed in their mind, as they groan helplessly into the heated air at the idea of your teeth biting into your bottom lip as you lean over them. try not to think about the slick back and forth sound of their hand wrapped around their cock, pumping it. try not to think of the chest-deep groan that escapes them as they imagine you on top of them. try not to think about how desperately in this moment they need you, how much their own hand cannot satisfy their craving.
try not to think about how badly in this moment they need you instead.
For those of us with freckles, I am forever on the agenda of f/os discovering freckles in all different places the first time they see you naked + the first time you have sex, and they’re so enamored with them. Almost awed. Tracing fingers over them like they’re connecting constellations. Staring at them like they want to memorize every last one. Kissing them, slow presses of lips to skin, especially if they’re on more sensitive areas. Approaching each one with a reverent appreciation because they can’t believe they get the privilege of seeing them.
why does every single one of your faves has to have a monster cock. some of them are packing peanuts and that's okay, just goes to show you a lot of you equate big penises with a better sexual performance. alas, we move on
I need the “one of us almost didn’t come back home” sex where you’re clinging to one another desperately and it’s not quite clear where you end and they begin but you’re together and not intending on parting
F/o who knows exactly how intensely they look at you during sex and how much it makes you squirm, but who also redirects your gaze with a firm hand on your chin and an “eyes on me” when you get shy and try to look away 🫣
Fictional man pushing inside you for the first time and stopping to exhale a low, shaky groan, tipping his head back as his eyes flutter closed for a moment because you’re just so hot and tight and perfect around him. He fits so perfectly inside you, and he has to try to make himself focus as your walls flutter and pulse around him—like that pretty pussy is trying to pull him in deeper, greedy for more. It was already a snug fit, but you feel like soft, wet, needy heaven wrapped around him, and he thinks he could get addicted to you very easily.
the soft “you’ll take all of me, right?” as they’re pushing in vs the desperate “you’ll take it all right?” as they’re about to cum inside you
i love when a man’s self control wavers— a shuddered breath, a stutter of the hips, a tremble of his hands
have we considered you grabbing the headboard while riding it? his hands gripping your waist and you gripping the headboard for leverage going from slow experimental strokes of your hips, to slamming your pussy down around his cock over and over, while he curses and moans loudly and your tits bounce in his face ??
Him lying prone on the bed, desperately humping his throbbing cock against the mattress, fists gripping the sheets, the tip of his tongue resting on his bottom lip, perhaps drooling a little bit as he pants and whines at the fantasy of lapping up your pussy
𝟏𝟖+ 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 | he sends you a voice message while he’s away.
“hey sweet thing. missing ya’.”
his voice erupted, you could only hear the sound of his breathing, imagining the slow rise and fall of his chest.
“how have you been, mm? eating well? hydrating? you best be taking care of yourself while ’m gone.” he laughed, that squeaky one where you could tell his throat was tight from holding something in.
“wish you could feel how much i’m missing you.” you heard his breath shake at the last syllable, then the tell-tale sound of his zipper slipping down rang out. a loud zzziipp like he wasn’t even trying to hide it.
a moment of silence then a harsh hiss came from his side as he wrapped a hand around his aching member, stroking it to full mast. “shit baby, i’m so hard just thinkin’ about you.” he groaned, then a rustle of clothes came as he shoved his pants down to his ankles.
he shifted his phone so that it was placed right beneath his cock, you could hear it slap against his phone screen, hot and heavy. “listen to it. listen to what you do to me.” he panted, beginning to pump himself, every tug of his length drawing a throaty sigh from him.
“wish you were here. y’know, sucking me off.” he paused to breath, stifling a whine as he imagined the scene in his head. “gosh, you’d look so pretty, mouth full of me. choking on me.” he continued.
“or you could just sit on it. let me hump you ‘til you pass out, all dumbed out on my dick.” he rasped, voice dropping a milky octave. you could hear him spit down on his cock, smearing the glob of saliva over his length.
“if you were here, i’d bend you right over this desk and fuck—” he sped up his strokes, you could tell he was close with how whiny he got. “i’d do so much to you darling, but you’re just not here. and it’s killing me.”
“miss you, so fuckin’ bad.” his voice cracked, you could hear the lewd fap-fap-fap of him fisting his cock ruthlessly, teetering on the edge of release.
“bet you’re touching yourself too, huh?” you could hear his smirk through the phone, “bet you’re getting off at seeing me so desperate and needy. you’re evil.” he grunted.
“shit, i’m close.” he cursed through gritted teeth, you could hear his chair creak under his weight as he pumped his cock, chasing his orgasm.
“this one’s for you.” he panted, the sounds of his fist becoming slicker. after a couple more strokes, he came all over himself with a muffled groan, making a mess everywhere.
“it’s so much.” he grumbled, already regretting what he did knowing he would have to get up and clean off. “and i blame it on you.” he chuckled, you could hear him tucking himself back into his pants.
“anyway. i’ll be back soon. love you, byee.” he spoke before blowing an obnoxious kiss to the phone and cutting the voice message.
he hasn't been touched in so long that his sensitivity maxes out in your heat. his meek vocal pleasure spills from his mouth, causing sheepish apologies murmured to your ear.
warmth claims your insides as you hear an embarrassed groan from behind, the man clearly ashamed of how easily unraveled his arousal yielded to your silk. but he's not ashamed enough—not by the notable quiver of his larger hand, shifting to your soft freshly filled tummy, gently massaging it, trying to tuck his load more efficiently inside your womb.
