Hi! This is long overdue, but I thought I’d write a little bit about me and the blog.
Name: G. Just G. Or anything you like so long as it’s nice :)
I mainly just reblog stuff that I love along with the occasional personal rant. I’m easily the least creative person I know, but I LOVE seeing how creative and amazing everyone on here is and interacting with people!
Anyway! If you’re reading this, glad you stopped by! <3
Photo credits for the pfp and the header below.
PFP: Jim Clark, Grand Prix of Mexico. Photo by: Bernard Cahier/Getty Images, 25 October 1964
Header image: Dan Gurney, Jim Clark, John Surtees, Phil Hill, Grand Prix of Mexico. Photo by: Bernard Cahier/Getty Images, 25 October 1964
If the prompts are still open and you’re feeling better, then i’d like to request nr 22 & nr 33 from the dirty list with lawyer!kylo !! Only if you’re feeling up to it ❣️
22. I’ve never been this hard in my entire life, what are you doing to me?
33. How do you expect me to concentrate when you keep rubbing your foot against my crotch?
Thanks for keeping me wet💦
You’re the best😘
(1.3k, NSFW [PIV, gagging/finger sucking, biting/hickies, dirty talk, secret sex] set in this little series)
You’re surprised to see him, when you sneak downstairs for a hot cup of cider. Kylo was quiet, surprisingly so for someone of his size, and you nearly jump when you hear his voice coming out of the dark kitchen.
“Can’t sleep?” He hands you a mug of something warm, your fingers happily wrapping around the cup. One sniff of the drink and you’re pleased to find that he had the very same thought as you. Kylo takes a sip of cider out of his own mug, and states the obvious, “Me neither.”
“The wind,” You sigh, thinking about how pleasant your dreams had been before the howling rattling whistle of it came shaking through the trees around the house, “It’s too loud.”
Kylo nods in understanding, and you wonder if it’s what woke him up too. Your mother had gotten everyone matching pajamas as a first night of Hanukkah gift, and you can’t help but smile a little at Kylo, because he happens to be wearing them. You’re wearing them too, but he’s got a scowl on his face as per usual, which only makes the blue and teal plaid with little white stars all over feel even sillier.
“Just our fucking luck, this snowstorm. Looks like we’ll be stuck here for another night at least.” Kylo cracks the joints in his neck, rolls his shoulders. Your eyes track the motion, and you lick your lips when he shrugs, “Not that I’m complaining, I’m perfectly comfortable in my room.”
“I haven’t seen your room yet…” You take a deliberate sip of your cider.
It takes Kylo all of two seconds to get the hint.
Spooning you from behind, Kylo thrusts into you hard in his bed.
You hand shucked off your pajama pants the moment he locked the door behind you, but neither of you had managed to get your tops off in time, before toppling onto the bed. He had yanked open a couple buttons of your top and stuck his cold hands right up against your breasts, squeezing and kneading them as his cock wasted no time sinking into the tight heat of your pussy.
“This is un-be-fucking-lievable,” Kylo pants into your ear, nibbles and bites at the exposed skin of your throat, his cock throbbing as you clench around him. “I’ve never been this hard in my entire life, what are you doing to me?”
You’ve got one of your legs hooked over your arm to keep it spread and open for him, to give him the room he needs to shove himself into you with harsh unyielding rhythm, the kind that shakes the mattress and bounces your body on top of it.
“What am I doing to you?” You gasp out accusatorily, your eyes pinching shut as your back arches from the pleasure as he grinds his hips against your ass, “Don’t pretend that you do this shit on purpose. I bet you – god that’s good Kylo – called the weather man and told him to make it snow, just to antagonize me a little longer.”
“Sweetheart if that were the case I’d’ve called for a fucking blizzard,” Kylo pinches your nipples hard and makes you whine, rolling the hard buds between his fingers in time with the drag of his cock in and out of you as he grunts, “Keep you close to me for a week, fucking the shit out of you.”
Your pussy is so wet, slick coating him and lubing him up better than he could have ever dreamed, and he wishes he could see your face, wishes he were on top of you to plow you into the mattress. He pulls his most accessible arm away from your breast and takes over holding your leg up, your arms going weak from pleasure.
He can spread you better like this, angles himself deeper, and smirks as he feels your cunt pulse and ache around him at the new direction. Your toes curl and your thighs tremble, and Kylo has to slide his other hand up into your mouth to keep you quiet. Your tongue curls around the thick digits, sucking and drooling all over them, your eyelashes brushing against your cheek sweetly.
“Faster – Kylo you can – I want more.” Voice muffled, your whole body is on fire, sweating inside that half-unbuttoned flannel, the sweetest moans and tremors wracking through your body.
“Yeah I bet you fucking do, your pussy’s practically begging for me.” Kylo kisses your cheek before making the executive decision to roll you underneath him, “Hold still baby, I’ll give it to you, I’ll fucking – oh god, yes.”
With you on your hands and knees, he pins your shoulders down onto the mattress, pushing you down into the pillow.
“Your cock’s so big, how do you even walk around with this thing between your legs? How do you get anything done?” You gasp and rasp and pant and moan, and Kylo has to clench his jaw and steel himself from coming right there.
“I don’t! And it’s all your fucking fault.” He grunts, shoving his cock a little harder, knocking it right up against your cervix, feeling how he’s hitting your gspot with every thrust because your body does a jolt from the friction, especially with how your nipples rub against the soft flannel of the pajama top, pushed flat on the mattress.
“Ah – yesyesyes, I’m so close,” You suck on his fingers, and Kylo wishes you were sucking on his cock instead, wishes he could see your pretty face staring up at him with his dick down your throat.
Instead, he slips his other hand between your legs and massages your clit until you’re choking on his fingers as you come, and Kylo follows soon after, blowing his load in your pussy, feeling his cock throbbing with it as he pumps you full.
He fucks it into you, mind reeling from his orgasm as your body twitches and trembles beneath him, before he pulls out and watches as the mix of your come begins to slide down your thigh. Kylo doesn’t know what he was expecting to happen after this, but you rolling over and nuzzling your face into his pillow certainly wasn’t it.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Kylo blinks, trying to figure out if you’re kicking him out of his own room, or if you want him to stay with you.
You crack an eye open and regard him sleepily.
“Getting comfortable – you can’t expect me to make the trek all the way across the hall like this.” Gesturing to how you’re naked from the waist down and barely covered up top at all. You engage in a bit of a staring contest for a few seconds, before you huff out a bossy, “Are you going to hold me or not?”
Kylo smiles, despite himself. He’ll blame it on the afterglow of coming, but you really are so radiant when you try telling him what to do. It works this time, because he shuffles himself as close to you as possible, lying on his back and tugging you against his chest.
“Brat.” He kisses the top of your head, his arms winding around you tightly.
“Asshole.” You reply with no real malice, your fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his flannel so your cheek can nuzzle against his bare skin.
“Spoiled.” Kylo cards his fingers through your hair, his eyes closing, breathing evening out.
“Selfish.” You mumble back, nearly asleep but still wanting the last word.
A moment or two goes by, and Kylo thinks that maybe you’ve fallen asleep, so he kisses the top of your head again and whispers, “Baby…?”
“Mhm?” A little muffled noise of acknowledgement makes his chest tighten.
“Any time you can’t sleep, you come find me, okay?” Kylo’s arms tighten around you, and you just nod, until your body goes still and you drift off into dreamland once again.
