#oc smut

[wisteria-bae]

When I’m reading a smut fic and tryna figure out what position they’re in

[roughpenalty]

“let him hear you”

garrett graham x reader (ft. john logan)

18+ minors do not interact.

details: pure smut. dirty talk. reader is hooking up with garrett, but knows logan has a crush on her & has been hearing them hookup and doesn’t mind it… part two here

garrett warned you early on how thin the walls are, and hooking up here just means you have to be comfortable with whoever might be hearing you. it is harder than you’d think to keep the volume down when he just knows all the right spots, but it never phased you.

that was until recently… the boys have been teasing you about logan’s crush on you. you thought they were making it up for a while, because he never acts on it. he knows you’re sleeping with garrett and he’d never interfere.

but when you leave garrett’s bedroom with swollen wet lips, blushed face, and smudged makeup- you catch the look on logan’s face in the living room and can’t seem to shake it.

garrett finds it amusing. you’ve tried to talk about it, but you know garrett knows more than he spills and brushes it off. he says it’s bro code. god forbid.

now when garrett’s fingers are toying at your clit, you can’t help but remember logan is right behind that wall. you try to forget about it, but it turns you on even more. i mean, two of the hottest guys in school listening to you orgasm at once… is it so bad to enjoy that?

“you’re thinking about him again…” garrett teases. your stomach flips, feeling exposed which is ironic considering you’re naked underneath him.

“i am not,” you defend, immediately blushing red.

“you get goosebumps every time you hear the slightest shuffle from his room.” he laughs.

“you’re the one who keeps bringing him up! your best friend pop in your head everytime your dick is hard?” you retaliate.

he chuckles at your remark, trailing his hands up and down your bare thighs. some men would take offense to this, snap back with some i’m not gay! insecurity. not garrett graham. he is sure of himself and can take a joke.

he has no insecurities when it comes to his sex life. he knows girls look at all of his friends, this doesn’t intimidate him. you’ve never asked if any of them have ever slept with the same girl before, but it wouldn’t be surprising.

“just remind me one more time you’re comfortable here…” garrett says, teasing his cock at your entrance. you know he loves a consent check, but it feels motivated.

“yes. always. now, please– fuck me.” you say, receiving a cocky snicker from him as he slams into you. he wastes no time knowing how wet you already are and how easily you take him in.

he groans at the feeling and sight of you. his cock fills you with an aching warmth, which you thought couldn’t get better until he started talking.

“for one, i don’t mind the whole house hearing what i do to you. i don’t mind if the whole fucking school knows,” he whispers in your ear.

you try to cover your mouth at the loud whimper you let out at this thought, but he quickly moves your hand away and pins it down into the mattress.

“you know he’s listening… and i know your body. it makes you so fucking wet. it’s okay with me, baby. let him hear you.” he reassures and at that, you officially lost it.

he picks up the pace thrusting into you roughly as you moan loudly, unashamed. the sweet sounds you make puts the cruelest smile in his face. his grip at your hips tightens, pulling you closer to make sure he hits as deep as possible.

“that’s it… let it all out.” he whispers as you whine, letting your body relax into pure bliss. you’ve never let yourself feel like this before, and you feel safe in his hands. even safe enough to think about such a crazy thought of both of them. “you sound so fucking hot.”

each thrust taps the headboard against the wall, making you shiver thinking about the other side of it. as your orgasm comes faster than it ever has, he quickly seals your fate.

“c’mon. be a good girl and cum for us.”

click here for part two

[miange1]

BOOTY SO BIG🌺

(lawd..have mercy)

pairing‧₊ ̊🍹✩ ₊ ̊🍉⊹♡. . . perverted bf x big booty(🤤) male reader

warnings𓂃 ོ⋆☀︎𓂃⛱. . . having gooning sessions , body worship , reader got a fat ass , spanking , purposely buying someone tight clothes , hinted himbo reader(heavily implied that reader is in fact a himbo. he doesn't need to be buff in your perspective tho he is got a nice ass), VERY cringe wording i refused to read over it, obliviousness, public-ish sex

background knowledge⋆. 𐙚 ̊🍋‍🟩♪⋆.✮. . . your boyfriend loved absolutely everything about you. especially your ass. loves the way it jiggles when you walk, loves

tag list🏷️. . . @dearestlitteleaf , @sillyvan , @s1llygo0s3 , @petrinholas , @marsttl , @haru1yoshi , @kanade-k7

notes. . . y'all im sorry again school is annoying and im always taking longggg naps on weekdays😔 i never proofread

he met you on a bad day. terrible day in fact. he only got half credit from his professors due to a late turn in, people were doing too much, he wasn't getting enough sleep, and his managers were such assholes at his job. he just needed a smoke, that was it.

what he had expected was to get his pack and go, smoke the cheapness of the cigarette filter when he got back outside. but what he hadn't expected was the see the finest man in existence to snap him out of his tiredness. you were real sweet for this time of the day too, all about "hi! welcome to the gas station, how many i help you?" bright and pretty smile on your face, gave him a little wave too. you were already cute, he was already captivated.

"i'll get uh.." he squinted his eyes a little. "camel brand please." he nodded, with a "you got it," then you turned around— good lord you turned around. he noticed the shape first, the way the back of your shirt rested at the top of your ass, tight and hugging that bit. then the way your pants had hugged the curve so damn good he felt himself salivate. then it was the way it moved, a small step making your cheeks jiggle subtly but very very noticeably. he took in a sharp breath, leaning on the counter as his hand covered his mouth.

"here you are sir," you handed him the pack, calculating the price. but no, not yet he couldn't leave. "ah..shit. im a fuckin' idiot i meant marlboro." he hated that brand. he tskd, handing the pack back to you and you reassured him it was no issue. his head went a little to the side, tongue licking at the top row of his teeth. yeah, watch you arch your back reeaal good and pop that ass out for him— "here you go! just need your ID please and that'll be 2.50." he gave an mhm, and gave you the things needed.

constant visits to the gas station turned into conversations on your break, to number and social exchange, then he was inviting you to his dorm room and holding a (ass)cheek with his tongue down your throat. he wasn't too subtle about it anymore if you could call his past little flirts subtle, though to you they definitely would be. he would smack your ass whenever you got up or walked in front of him, especially if it was up the stairs. he would give comments, squeeze real tight and bend his finger near your hole just to see you flinch and jump. it was cute.

it was even better when he fucked you, having you bent in front of him and each plap, plap, plap of skin drove him mad. his hand could be elsewhere yet his eyes would be fixated on the way your ass rippled with each thrust of his hips slapping into your skin.

you shivered, teeth clenching together hard enough to grind as your fingers gripped to the front counter you worked behind. the gas station apron you wore was loose around your hips, pants down to your ankles and back arched to perfection. his pupils dilated, hands squeezing at the fat flesh of your glutes as his hand lifted and— "ah!?" a harsh thwak echoed throughout the small store, your squeal of surprise even louder. "mhm.." he huffed through his nose, never stopping despite the very stinging burn pulsing through his lower back and hips.

"yeah, look at this ass bouncin' for me baby." your head turned back, embarrassment clouding your face completely because he was right. you could see the way your arch made the globes of flesh bigger and you could genuinely see it. you whined, flustered as ever and burying your face into your arms like that would erase it all. even worse was that you could feel it too.

"na-uh, don't be all shy with me now." he clicked his tongue, fingers coming to your hair and pulling so harshly that your scalp burned. "i said look. 'nd you gon' keep lookin' understand me?" you hiccuped, nodding your head as your glossy eyes flickered towards his hips pounding the ever loving hell out of you.

whenever he got you pants they wouldn't ever last long. he would buy you things all the time when he should be paying his tuition, yet each time he past the leggings section or jeans he just had to buy the entire rack of each.

"mh..this is..eugh–" your fingers looped around the jeans loops, your legs shuffling a little to try and get the waist line above the bottom part of your body but it just wouldn't go up! "this is a little tight.." he almost told you that was the entire point. you scoffed in annoyance, your toes tipping before you lightly jumped— fuck.

on about the fifth jump they popped on real quick. you huffed with accomplishment, buttoning and zipping up your fly. "alright! i got them on thankfully!" he nodded, standing up and turning you around to face the mirror again. your face dropped seeing his hands start to unzip the fly and unbutton the button. this asshole.

"i just got these on! you can't just take them off!?"

[2-dsimp]

Tw: MDNI NSFW, fem reader!

Imagine being in a long distance relationship with your snow leopard boyfriend. And the moment y’all meet irl Umae’s on you like white on rice. He takes you to his dorm room that looked like it was under construction.

From the angry claw marks on the walls, broken windows, questionable red stains, it was a personalized rage room. Aside from his nesting area he made with the used panties and clothes he begged you to mail his way in boarding school.

He gently tossed you onto his den muscles rippling as he hunched over you. You noticed scattered pocket pussies that looked to be broken from rough use.

You happened to grab one that was recently broken in, a finger swiping to collect some of his thick cum. And he had the audacity to look all embarrassed nosing his snout to the crook of your neck. His long spotted fluffy tail thumping upon the floor as he let out soft chuffs.

“Umae, you broke our promise… you couldn’t wait a week till I came back to empty your loads huh?” You tsked, feigning disappointment as you lightly tugged on his round ear, eliciting a throaty groan from your hunky leopard hybrid.

“M’sorry little spot, my rut came early I had to use those or my cock would’ve broke under my swollen knot.” Your feline boyfriend would sniffle, looking all defeated. Though his hips betrayed his earnest apology rutting his fat furry bulge against your scantily clad mound.

“I know I did something really bad, forgive me for being a horny dummy, I can make it up to you I promise…” Umae murmured needily, his big beaned clawed hands making biscuits at your chest, playing with the malleable flesh.

“I can smell the heat on you, your tummy is feeling empty right?” He’d pant desperately, his sheath hanging low and his pink heavy shaft was already peeking out. To happily greet his favorite hole from such a long hiatus.

“If you’d only let me, I can stuff you full again just like you’re always meant to be, pretty please my owner?” You could smell the musky stench permeating the air, Umae looked so adorable despite being a giant hulking snow leopard. Who could easily crush you underneath his weight and snuff you out from the fluff puffed out upon his chest. But he was trembling doing his best to hold back from just taking you right then and there…

You suppose you had to give your big fur baby some nip once in awhile for good effort.

[aajjks]

warnings: yándèrè, 18+, püssy èátíng (óràl).

yandere man who can’t live— no— breathe without eating your pussy.

Yandere men who are borderline disgusting when it comes to giving you head, who moan so loud, gutteral when you pull on their hair as they push their tongue so deep inside your heat.

Yandere man who are not even gentle about eating you out because hes so busy taking everything your cunt can give him, and no, he’s not normal about it.

The way he sucks on your clit it has you seeing stars, you cry, moan but he doesn’t stop because he’s so fucking deranged. He will fuck his tongue deeper into your walls like his life depends on it.

He laps at your nectar, the most disturbing fact about him is that he doesn’t even care if you’re clean or not. because to him you’re always so clean so fuckin perfect.

He can and will eat you out for hours, nibbles at your sensitive clit so harshly but it only sends jolts of pleasure through your burning body.

Yandere man who could DIE between your legs, his mouth on your cunt, sucking and lapping, who sighs into your heat like he’s found water after being thirsty.

Yandere man who will always make the most unholiest, nasty dirty noises like “mhmm— nghhh ohhh fuck, yn..”

yandere man who will force your legs apart to dive deeper into your pussy and continue to eat you out.

Yandere man who say the most obscene bullshit while making your legs quiver and at the same time he will praise the fuck outta you.

“Y-Yn you are the most beautiful woman ever. I fuckin love you so much. Goodness this pussy is heaven. You got heaven between your legs baby.”

Yandere man who would rather die between your legs, than actually stop.

[theghostofcoldramen]

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄

➜ 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 - Running a Saloon is no easy task. You keep gaining the attention of many interesting figures; namely, a quiet yet cocky outlaw, who has no problem being chased. He especially had no problem, fucking you while on the run.

𝜗𝜚 word count: 2k , [art cr: k4enyu on twt]

★ ⋮ 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 ⸝⸝ : explicit content +18 MDNI , f!reader x emo!cowboy , strangers to lovers , one night stand , riding/cowgirl (duh) , unprotected p in v sex , creampie , exhibitionism , dirty talk , corny dialog , subtle back and forth

You've always had a magnet for trouble around these parts; You've never been the type to back down.

In the small dry town, You've managed to occupy a simple yet entertaining life under the beaming sun and above the dirt paths. You ran the Saloon, where you've encountered your fair share of problems. From rowdy drunkards, to persistent Casanovas, you've learned who to approach and who to stay away from.

The Sun was high in the sky, signaling to you that it was almost noon right about now, and that usually a rush of patrons would arrive in the next hour. Other than that, It was relatively quiet around this time, until you heard the old creek of the swinging wooden doors.

"Welcome." You greeted instinctively, not even sparing so much as a glance up to see who came in. You knew everyone in town; it came with the territory. And if it was a new face, you never care enough to truly start some conversation. So you keep yourself occupied with the clear glass in your hand, cleaning it to prepare for that afternoon rush.

There wasn't any response which was to be expected, as the old floors let out whines with each heavy footstep. When the customer sat on the barstool in front of you, your eyes finally moved up to be met with dark ones.

Truth be told the first thought that crossed your mind, 'woah, this fella is mighty fine.' The second being 'how is he not hot wearing all dark clothing at this time of day?' But you refrain from vocalizing those thoughts. "So, what will it be, hm?" You ask casually.

"... Somethin' strong." The man answered after a moment of thinking about it, his eyes never leaving your figure.

You raise an eyebrow at his almost exhausted tone, not only that but the way he looked at you in return. I weren't sure if you label him as another pervert or a drunk fuck just yet. Nevertheless, you turned to fix him a drink. "It ain't even noon, and you're already having a bad day?" You shot back,

"Eh, something like that."

The Saloon fell quiet once more, with the exception of the sound of alcohol hitting the glass. You took the moment to glance at him once more, assessing; his long dark wavy hair, his equally dark eyes that were shadowed by the rim of his hat. If you were better off, you'd probably send him away just with how suspicious he looked, but then again you were confident in your ability to handle yourself. You've made it this far afterall, and more importantly, money is money.

You skillfully slid the drink over to him, and hummed your usual two cents, "Well, chin up, no point in sulking all day."

You watch him raise the glass to his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing with the few large gulps he took. After, he set the drink back down and let out a sigh, almost as if that drink was exactly what he needed, before he smirks, his voice low, "Yeah? Well, ain't you a sweet thing? Worrying about me."

You ruffled at the comment. You couldn't even tell if he was being sarcastic or making a sorry attempt to flirt with you.

You were about to shoot back with a comment of your own when you heard shouting from outside. It sounded like faint arguing; something along the lines of, "I haven't seen anything!" "Don't lie!"

Your body tenses up at the commotion; something wasn't right.

As troublesome this small town was to you, you've never dealt with anything too serious, aside from dealing with romantic advances from old drunks. But looking out the window it looked like the local sheriff and other town folk were outside, and that was bad news to me.

"Shit." You hear the man grumble, kissing his teeth in annoyance rather than urgency. Paying no mind to the chaos outside, he looks at you rather calmly, "You got somewhere I can lay low for a bit?"

Your head whips back to the cowboy, confusion written all over your face. You couldn't comprehend how he could be so calm, and more importantly how he could ask something like that right now. Your thoughts were running a mile a minute, and before you could even think whether or not you should even answer, he was already moving.

"Hey! Y-you hold on-" Your voice was swiftly cut short, his hand grabs a whole of your wrist, (as if you BOTH had somewhere to be) his gaze fixed on his goal: the closest right behind the Saloon's bar table. To him it was the perfect place to hide out until the authorities gave up their search. To you, it was a disaster waiting to happen.

Next thing you knew your chest was pressed against his, as you were pulled onto his lap in the dimly lit storage closet, far too small for both of you to get some space from each other. You could smell the sharp scent of alcohol clinging onto him along with a faint smell of dirt and grass.

You open your mouth, only to get cut off once again, with him squeezing your thigh, his expression focused on the closet door ahead, listening carefully. If you strained your ears enough you could hear the continuation of shouts from outside over the sound of your own combined heart beats and breathing.

The close proximity you found yourself in was unlike anything you've ever experienced. You have been able to de-escalate bar fights and subtly protect others in your own way, but this... this finally answered what you should be labeling him as,

He finally had enough of listening for the source of this predicament and glazed back down at you, with a lazy smirk, "So, I guess we're stuck here for a while."

Yeah he was definitely a pervert.

Your eyes narrowed onto him, clearly he wasn't as stressed about the situation at hand more than he probably should. Even worse was that you got roped into this, "Now who's fault is that?" You huffed quietly, trying to find anywhere else to look. "Are you always this impulsive?"

The cowboy only snorted softly, his large hand resting on the small of your back, bringing you impossibly closer, whispering in your ear, "Heh, sorry, darlin. Didn't think they'd keep chasing me." His warm breath tickled the shell of your ear, and sent a shiver down your body. You couldn't help but squirm involuntarily, grinding down on his lap.

His hands tightened their hold around you as he let out a muffled groan against the crook of your neck, "Mhm... let me make it up to ya." He mumbles in that low southern draw, before his hips buck upwards, just once, a silent offer. He claims it's for you but, the proximity reminded him just how deprived of physical touch he was.

Always on the road, wild and free, yet no one to satisfy that insatiable hunger, that natural human desire.

The small space suddenly felt unbearably hot with tension and need. You were starting to feel affected too, especially with his stiff bulge rubbing against you.

Common sense tells you to simply leave him and report him to the authorities for whatever crime has him being hunted down.

But you were in a similar position, with work at the Saloon all the time, and that stubborn refusal to take a break, you were just as pent up as he was.

Your hands grip on to his clothes tightly, your throat feeling like sandpaper from anticipation. Common sense suddenly flew out the window. The deliberate roll of your hips, desperately searching for the friction your clothed pussy needed, and you just managed to choke out a reply, "I-I... Please..."

The dark haired man lets out a satisfied moan, as he kisses your neck feverishly as his hands roam around your waist. Your hands grip onto his shoulders for support, as you tilt your head to the side, allowing him to go further.

His hands trail down to the waistband of your flared jeans, slowly tugging them down like the tease he is. His slowness only edges you on, your panties probably soaked beyond belief while you undo the buckle of his belt.

Like a game of tug or war, clothing was thorn off of each other's bodies; the tension that lingered in the air, sharply rose as your lower halves were increasingly growing more bare.

Just as you were about to sink onto that man's hard throbbing cock, the world had its own plans, as the voices that seemed so far away suddenly grew closer.

Your body froze. You had practically forgotten all about the sheriff who was looking for the man you've gotten yourself involved with. You were internally panicking, and yet when you looked back at him he seemed so calm it was almost annoying.

With a confident look, he leaned closer, his hands gripping your hips, "What? You scared, darlin? He whispered, his voice dripping condescendingly.

"You can take it can't you? Just gotta be quiet 's all."

The way he spoke as if it was some challenge, definitely made you more competitive.

Voices muffled in the distance, made the fact that law enforcement could find the two of you in here, in this position, more obvious. However, if only made your body heat up with need, your pussy aching; begging to be filled.

Finally, you braced yourself, as your slick hole slowly took the length of dick.

Your warm insides were already fluttering around him, trying to accommodate to the size. You had to bite your lip hard enough to stop the filthy noises that would have escaped otherwise.

"Yeahh, atta girl.." he groans softly, letting you adjust. He wasn't bothered by the risks this posed but rather, more excited by this fact.

His thumb rubs the plush of your thigh, almost conforming before whispering in your ear, "Come on, fuck me." He leaned back afterwards, giving a clear expectation; he wasn't going to give you what you wanted, you had to earn it.

"B-bastard... Mmm Fuck-" You whimper and complain, and yet you wasted no time lifting your hips before nesting right onto his cock again.

You keep up your pace, a pattern of feeling empty before being filled so deep, again and again, driving you insane. The sound of slapping skin and wetness starting to be your focus rather than the search going on outside the closet.

The cowboy, watching you riding on his cock so desperately lets out rough grunts, feeling your tight warm walls around him, squeezing on every time you manage to take it deeper, "Look at you... taking me like this..."

"Maybe I should come back again... and ngh- fuck ya over that bar table.. Bet you'd like that." He muttered.

You cunt clenches around him, starving for more stimulation. After what he managed to whisper into your ear, staying quiet was nearly impossible. The voices were still oblivious to what was occurring behind closed doors as they spoke.

Your thighs burn and tremble as you bounce up and down on his cock, the smell of sweat and sex filling the closet. You felt his tip press against that sweet spot that was enough to extract a sharp gasp from you, "Ah! Nghh..."

The gasp echoes through the closest, and you immediately halt your movements.

Your folds flutter around his dick in protest of your pause, yet you were holding your breath, hoping that no one heard that.

The dark haired man watches you tense up and listen to see if they would get caught, but the stillness made him restless.

After a beat of silence, his hands grab a firm hold on your hips and lift you up and back down, watching his cock disappear into your cunt, feeling your ass smack against his pelvis.

"Wh- Mmm...! what if they hear-"

"Don't care. Just- let me give this pretty pussy what she wants..."

Your breath is nearly stolen from you, with every time he pushes your body onto it. Your heart stutters in your chest as you feel a swirling knot in your stomach. Your brain feels like it's becoming mush as your pussy squelches with every deep thrust.

As he feels you tightening around him, he grits his teeth, desperately trying to hold back. Bouncing you off of his length, he looks up at your cock-drunk expression.

He knew you were getting close, and he wanted it all, to witness you fall apart because of him.

"C-cumming...! Don't stop... please!" You were already seeing stars, your eyes rolling back as the sound of your moans, and the plaps of skin smacking against skin fill the room. With one last thrust, you were coming apart, your walls tightening around him as you rode out your orgasm.

"That's it... cum for me sweetheart." He groaned, but the dark haired man didn't let off. Instead, he started bucking his hips into you, causing that pleasure he was seeking as you came down on him. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, you hold on to him as he finally spills his warm cum into your hole, gritting through his own orgasm, "S-shit... so so tight..."

The closet fell quiet, once filled with the sounds of intimacy now filled with heavy breathing as you try to catch your breath and come down from your high.

You found yourself clinging on to his body, refusing to let go after a vulnerable experience, as you buried your face into his shoulder, "S-so full..." you whined, more to yourself than anything.

Your voice coming out muffled, but he didn't seem to mind, as he held you close just as tight. Despite his exhaustion he still had the energy to comment, "Yeah..? Guess I did a good job then."

You huffed, but didn't say anything in return, letting the quiet moment play on. Almost too quiet now that you think about it. As if you were forgetting about something.

The closet door finally cracks open.

Your heart stops. That's what slipped your mind.

You didn't truly think anyone would find you, and in definitely not while you had an outlaw's dick still balls deep inside you. This was a harsh punishment practically waiting to happen.

You slowly turn your head to meet your awaiting doom.

Your eyes locked on to the sheriff: his eyes wide, drops of sweat falling down his forehead as he swallowed. Hard.

And as your gaze flickers down, you were met with a sight you certainly wasn't expecting either:

A huge tent in his pants, the tip drenched in precum. He was also hard.

Behind you, the outlaw simply smirks at the sight as his length swells inside you. Great, now he was hard again too.

It was clear that your day was far from over.

➜ oc , choso kamo , levi ackerman , geto suguru , shota aizawa , hitoshi shinsou , giyu tomioka , l lawliet , and your favs!

a/n : this started off as a joke(YEEHAW) but, boy did i get carried away. 😅 I hoped you enjoyed the little plot twist (?) Should I make a part 2?? 👀

[dr4cul4f4ng]

You stir as sunlight filters through the curtains, but his arms tighten around you before you can move. "Five more minutes," he mumbles into your neck, voice thick with sleep. His breath is warm against your skin, messy hair tickling your cheek.

"I need to start breakfast," you whisper, trying to shift away. He responds with a soft kiss to your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth.

"Stay," he murmurs, pulling you closer. His hand slides down your side, fingers tracing lazy patterns before dipping between your legs. You gasp softly as he begins gentle, unhurried circles against your clit, his touch feather-light and teasing.

"That's not fair," you breathe, but your protest melts into a moan when his fingers slip lower, easing inside you with careful strokes. His lips find yours in a slow, sleepy kiss that deepens as his fingers work you open.

"Just stay," he whispers against your mouth, adding another finger, curling them gently against your sweet spot. You arch into his touch, your resolve crumbling with each tender press of his lips and each deliberate stroke of his hand. The world outside your bed feels impossibly far away.

[r0tandh0ney]

James Thomas Tyler P✰rnlinks (OC) 📂

🗒️:This post contains links to sexually explicit videos on Twitter (x), don’t look at this post if you are under the age of 18 or uncomfortable with the material being shown.

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𝟎𝟏 — Pregame Quickie

𝟎𝟐 — Night After He Won A Hockey Gama

𝟎𝟑 — Fucking in the locker rooms

𝟎𝟒 — you told him you wanted breakfast

𝟎𝟓 — After Game Worship

𝟎𝟔 — When You’re Being Bratty and He’s Annoyed

𝟎𝟕 — After Your First Date

𝟎𝟖 — When You two are staying at a hotel

𝟎𝟗 — spending the night

𝟏𝟎 — Stressful Day and Just Got Home

𝟏𝟏 — Trying out Missionary

𝟏𝟐 — a video he sent you while away from home

𝟏𝟑 — another video for your birthday

𝟏𝟒 — What you do on his birthday

𝟏𝟓 — in his car before he had practice

𝟏𝟔 — having a midnight walk and you two got horny

𝟏𝟕 — he’s hungry and the food is otw

𝟏𝟖 — trying rough sex when he’s angry

𝟏𝟗 — him giving you the princess treatment

𝟐𝟎 — trying out his breeding kink

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