#brain rot thot

[genocidalfetus]

Brain Rot Thot

I honestly think that Kerry caught feelings for V early on. He looks at V in certain ways that can be easily missed, but they're there. Case in point, during Holdin' On. When V gets back in control and he's making his way upstairs and then if V goes to see him before he leaves, when he asks if V wants to join him for a nap. It's in the eyes, the smirk. Subtle.

And even though he leaves abruptly, you see the same look when Kerry grabs V's shoulder after the concert. I personally think he left because he was feeling conflicted, unsure if his feelings for V are legit, or if he still has unresolved feelings for Johnny.

I could be just imagining things, but I don't believe so. The text message that follows shows he wants to get to know V himself. I definitely believe there were feelings early on, just based on his body language and his facial expressions, the way he looks at V, but he didn't act on them, either due to him being the older one in the situation and not wanting to seem like he's taking advantage, or due to his own conflicting feelings when it comes to Johnny.

Either way, those are my thoughts. Agree? Disagree?

#cyberpunk 2077 #brain rot thot #kerry eurodyne #kerry x #v #kerry eurodyne x v #I would like to think there were feelings early on

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw content MDNI

Diavolo fucking your thighs just because he loves the feeling of your soft, plush thighs wrapped around his dick….

And getting to watch you squirm and beg for him to just fuck you properly~

#1 am thots~ #obey me! #obey me smut #obey me diavolo x you #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo x chubby reader #obey me #om! smut #obmswd smut #obmswd diavolo #om! diavolo #om! x reader #om! x chubby reader #obmswd x reader #obmswd x chubby reader #obey me x chubby reader #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo smut #ro rambles #yeaaaaa brain is rotting again 🤭

[cambion-companion]

Just imagine you and Raphael dancing the devil's tango. Wrapped up in one another. You gasp out "oh my gods" only to have his hand grip your throat.

"Your gods aren't here, pet. Cry out to me."

#yeah #rot brain #cambion thoughts #no thoughts only thots #raphael #bg3 #smut #raphael x reader #i guess? #baldurs gate 3 #raphael the cambion #or x tav

[thewriterowl]

More DinLuke Thots Cause I'm Unwell About Them

This time it's a bit more of a Din-focus! A rarity for my Luke-worshiping self.

1) Din actually being the one who knows how to seduce. He had to learn so many tricks of the trade with hunting and obtaining information and would know that violence and threats didn't always work. Him aware of this sort of fetish/kink/attraction around the galaxy about Mandalorian armor and knowing his physical body in said armor meets some aesthetics that turn heads. Uses his voice to get people just mewling out info for him. Knowing the Boba Fett chin tilt. Using flirting innuendos when he talks. All the ins and outs--making it more logical and researched but still something he is brilliant at.

Losing all of this when he removes the helmet.

Losing it even more when he meets Luke. Finding it again after they get closer.

Luke being a flirt-noob. His head was so full of stars and space-ships and making friends the poor guy has no clue. And no prep for when Din gets his groove back.

Luke is very doomed BUT a fast learner who eventually throws it all back to Din...well, in the end it's a cycle where they learn to dish it but cannot take it.

1.5) Din: (flirts)

Luke: (flirts back)

Din and Luke: (have to look away, covering their faces, SCREECHING)

2) Din loves fruits but not big on sweets. Pears, apples, oranges, berries...once he was allowed to get a taste of them, he was addicted. He does love spiced, honey loafs with fruits but other desserts don't really speak to him.

AKA: Din loves Christmas flavors (nutmeg, cinnamon, all spice, etc.) as dense, sweet bread with fruits on it or baked into it

Yes, Din would be a fanatic fruit-cake lover

And yes, there is a pun with that.

Luke makes Din all sorts of these flavors for him and Din is beyond excited. While white-boy Luke loves a cheese-board, Din wants a fruit one. They combined them and things are even better.

3) Din's favorite food is stew/soup. Most any kind. He wants a thick, hearty, creamy stew every day.

Luke becomes super talented in making things in a big pot to feed his Mandalorian.

Luke's best are: potato, stewed beef, and spicy onion broth. He's working on his tomato one.

4) Even though Din knows Luke can use the Force to retrieve things, he will still put stuff on a high shelf when he is feeling petty.

Luke will then proceed to be stupid and NOT use the Force and just start climbing to get said item.

It's the principle of the thing for them both.

5) Din 100% is the sort to carry a locket-like-thing with Luke and Grogu's face. He looks at them often. Even when they are just in the other room.

Din is...very clingy. He just wants his family.

Luke, coming out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel, huffs when he sees Din moping. "Love, it was ten minutes."

5.5) Din is very much a whiny cat, pawing at the bathroom door.

#star wars #the mandalorian #dinluke #dinluke thots #i forever have brain rot about them #i love them too much #din djarin #luke skywalker

[toxicanonymity]

I saw this on Instagram this morning and OH MY GOD this is absolutely silence can never be bought Joel Miller ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 (one of my faves by you, I read it all the time!!!)

AHHHHHH one of the sluttiest Joels giving us ~the stance~ from the back 🥵🥵. Love the hair, too 😍

Thank you so much 💙

silence can never be bought (dbf)

#trouble!joel #commencing brain rot #the thots help #joel miller x reader #dbf!joel miller #dbf!joel

[loveshotzz]

i’m in the air rn so only lord knows if this is gonna go thru but i can’t keep it to myself : tw somno

sneaking into best friend’s dad older!steve’s bedroom in the middle of the night bc you can’t stop thinking about being split open by him. he’s all asleep, salt and pepper chest hair on display, a tent pitching in his boxer briefs. you crawl onto the bed and pull him through the lil slit on his boxers, climbing on top of him and sinking down while he’s still snoring :((( he wakes up w a moan, but it’s not the moan that’s concerning, it’s when he grabs your hips and starts rutting up into you and the bed starts squeaking that’s the real problem. a problem you both ignore. he prob flips your over so his chest is flat on your back, plunging in slowly and so so deep he’s stretching you out in places that haven’t ever even been reached by another man. hot breath on your neck and ear talkin’ about how you’re such a bad girl for sneaking into his room like this, so needy you have to fuck him even while he’s asleep :((( but even tho you’re bad he’s gonna fill you up anyway. secretly hoping this time is the time your birth control fails.

ok i’m so sorry. i’m done. i won’t send anymore. you’ve created a monster.

wait cece, come back! don’t stop!

#older!steve thots #between you and pastel #i’ll never be able to get older!steve brain rot to go away #godddd #i need him #steve harrington smut #older!steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader

[undercoverpena]

bored and lonely, and lay in his bed, you deciding (after some courage in the form of his bar trolley) to call Javi when he’s at work. knowing it’ll be hours—if he’s even able to come home tonight—before you see him. dropping your voice, all low, a whisper. sweetly (but put on, perfectly forced) telling him what’s he’s missing at home. what items are covering your body. how warm your skin is. how soft. where your hands are, where you want his. hearing the distinct sound of the phone being lightly crunched in his palm as it mixes with the crackling of his cigarette paper burning as he takes a long drag. because he’s imagining it—the image you’re painting for him, describing in more detail than he expects—while simultaneously finding his nose fills with the ghostly scent of you, the way your breath feels on his neck—

#thursday night Javi brain rot is thanks to TikTok (shoutout the wonderful editors tho) and the song Agora Hills 👀🫠 #jo’s thoughts #it’s Javi thots a day early apparently #shoutout agora hills

[genocidalfetus]

Brain Rot Thot

Imagine a Corpo male V, the best at talking his way in and out of situations. He was taught by the best professors at Arasaka Academy how to negotiate, read people, and turn on the charm when necessary to get things done.

All that training, all that talent rushes out of his head and he becomes a nervous and nearly tongue-tied gonk. The cause?

Kerry Fucking Eurodyne.

#cyberpunk 2077 #brain rot thot #kerry eurodyne #that's what's gonna happen with Kei once he meets Kerry. His brain just goes 'brrrr pretty man brrrrr' #This is the first time he has ever been caught off-guard and smitten by someone he just met. #Is it a crush or is it the universe trying to tell him that his soulmate is standing in front of him in a short-as-shit bathrobe?

[kilamonster]

Put. Him. In. The. Louvre!! 🖤 🤍

#are you foquin kidding me right MEOW #he’s a winnahh #pedro pascal #he’s beautiful #look at him #the thots are taking over #brain rot #pedro pascal fandom #sag awards #pero claro que sí

[sae1kie]

price is bee-keeping age and if you don’t agree argue with the wall

#john price #cod #cod 141 #john price is bee keeping age and don’t fight me on it #im in a john price brain rot rn sorry not sorry #call of duty #john price x reader #sae1kie thots

[mr-stottlemonk]

monk likes being told what to do right. and stottlemeyer loves to give orders.

;)

#monk 2002 #adrian monk #leland stottlemeyer #stottlemonk #stottlemeyer x monk #there is brain rot and brain thots on the mind today #soft touches #soft kisses #but also asking stottlemeyer what to do. where to touch. does that feel good #i am writing a fic about some innuendo i spotted and this is where i am now #having thots about stottlemonk absolutely shameless

[dreamgothgirl]

Pic creds to: https://twitter.com/AlexineSkiba

I Wanna Be Yours: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! Reader

Warnings: degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, slight dacryphilia, praise kink

AN: inspired by the Arctic monkeys song mostly towards the end lol. POC inclusive; reader has no specified race :)

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The gentle thumps of Simon’s heart were you favorite lullaby. It was a peaceful afternoon that was spent on the couch in his arms. A show that was long forgotten and eventually muted played on the TV as you listened intently to the stories of his team’s successes and shenanigans. Simon never told stories about being on the field aside from giving context. Other than that, it was a topic that was never brought up or desired. You hummed in almost a dream state while his endless pits for eyes stared back at you.

Though his face was hidden, you could tell that his face was content. Smiling? You weren’t too sure. He put his finger under your chin and gave gentle strokes to your lip, “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“When I’m gone…do you worry?”

“Yes.”

Simon’s body tensed slightly at your immediate response. He wasn’t quite sure how to process such a quick and simple answer to something he never thought was possible. “That so?”

Softly, you repeated, “Yes, Simon. I do worry…”

He pressed, “Why?”

A scoff. “Because I love you. When you love someone, you worry…that’s why I love your stories so much. I love hearing my best friend tell me that through all this shit, he’s still happy. Even if you don’t show it.”

A deafening silence fell over the room. While Simon’s grip on your smaller frame tightened. He loved that, despite you being above the average height for a female, he was still larger than you. You couldn’t say you didn’t agree. It wasn’t everyday that you met someone who you had to look up at to talk too or to be on the receiving end of bear hugs. Simon’s balaclava was lifted to reveal his mouth as he left a small kiss on your forehead, “You’re too good for me, Y/N. I don’t want you to worry.”

You looked up at him right as he’d pulled his mask back down and held the side of his face, not caring if it was uncovered or not, “I don’t let it consume me, Si. I promise. Deep down I always know you’ll come back to me, as I would you.”

He chuckled, “You a poet now? Can’t say I don’t like the idea.”

A gaggle of giggles rang in Simon’s ears, almost making him feel like he was on another world; a heavenly choir in the church of Notre Dame. Soft thighs straddled his own scarred and muscular ones while plus lips pressed themselves against the fabric of his temple, “Good to know…how’re your dreams?”

Simon nodded, “Less, but still shit of course. When I’m with you they seem to be toned down a touch. I get to slit someone’s throat instead of making their head explode.”

You but the inside of your cheek, holding back a smirk, “Shut the fuck up, Simon.”

Your heart fluttered, a dreamy look overtaking your features at his deep, gravely chuckle. Your favorite vibrator. “I’m glad they’ve lessened. Even if it’s temporary. I like being your distraction.”

The large man shifted in his spot, bending a leg up between your thighs and nodding, “Yeah?”

A sly smirk creased the sides of his eyes a bit at the sight of your chest puffing out a bit and your brows upturning. The grip of your hands on his shoulders made his stomach tighten while you let out a small, “M…Mhm..”

Simon rubbed his thumb against your lip again, whispering as his other started to knead and rub your ass, “You my good girl?”

The heat of your face and excitement of anticipation began to make your brain almost shut down in complete submission. Your hips moved in their own as they ground against his thigh, “Yeah…”

SMACK

You yelped and gasped when he held the bottom of your face tightly, “Yeah? I don’t remember you being so disrespectful, love. Answer me properly. Go on.”

The setting sun casted a perfect sparkle in your eyes and lip gloss as your lip trembled from his stinging spanking. “I’m sorry; ye-“

SMACK

Simon leaned back, opening his legs more to ease the discomfort of a throbbing pressure from his pants, “You’re sorry, what?”

You whimpered at the feel of his hand going lower to your throat while he gripped your hip, “Answer me.”

A shaky whimper, “I-…I’m sorry, sir.”

He nodded, “That’s right. I’ll ask you one last time. Are you my good girl?”

The emphasis on my made a pleasurable, damn near orgasm inducing shiver run up your spine as you breathlessly answered, “Yes, sir. I’m all yours. I…I belong to you.”

Simon chuckled, “Yeah?”

You eagerly nodded, a wave of arousal beginning to drip through the thin center of your panties, “Fuck….yes, sir.”

His head lifted itself as his thumb slid its way into your mouth, “Seems to me like you’re expecting something a little more. Isn’t there?”

No longer having the composure to answer clearly, you nodded. The look in your eyes indicated a lustful high that Simon had no choice but to fulfill as you began to squeeze his thigh with your own. He whispered against your ear, “You’re enjoying this quite a bit, love. Maybe you’re more of a cock hungry whore than a good girl, aye?”

You clenched at his dirty taunting, making you furrow your brow and whine. He began to subtly hump his hard erection against the tight fabric of his pants while his hand pressed against your lower back, urging you to start moving again. Your sweet whimpered pants through your nose mixed with the sight of you giving him a pleading look whilst keeping his thumb in your mouth made his heart melt and his cock throb.

Simon continued, starting to lightly pant, “That’s it. You are a dirty whore, aye, love? I can already feel you leaking through my trousers. Ride my leg harder, come on. I know you can.”

Without hesitation, you began a faster pace. Your nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt that covered your body made you drunker off his scent. A rough, teasing friction from your clit rendered you practically stupid from needy desire. You whimpered, “Y-…you’re s-so…hah….so mean…S-Simon.”

He huskily challenged, “Hmph. yeah? Do you like that, you fuckin sket?”

You could only nod, “Fffuck…I-…mmm, I like it…c-can you be worse? Please?”

Simon groaned at your soft hand gently squeezing and massaging his large bulge while your other hand left his shoulder to lift your shirt up and reveal your hardened nipples and heated tits. He was at the edge of treating you nicely, but figured one more tease wouldn’t hurt.

He huffed and tossed you onto the couch before standing and walking into the hallway. You furrowed your brow at the sudden change in atmosphere, “S-Simon…? Simon?! Did I say something?!”

Panicked you’d somehow triggered him, you scrambled up and speed walked to the hallway, “Baby, are you oka-“

Half way into the hallway, you gasped as a hand slapped itself over your mouth while your feet were lifted off the floor. Your heart pounded in excitement while Simon lowly warned in your ear, “I’m doing just fine, love. You won’t be once I’m done with you, though.”

You widened your eyes as he brought you into the bedroom and locked the door. He dropped you on the mattress and forced himself between your legs before you could wiggle into a comfortable position. He held your neck and gave one powerful thrust through his pants, “You think you deserve to be fucked so soon, you fuckin slag?”

A loud moan escaped your mouth before trying to answer him, “Y-yes, sir!!”

He huffed, leaning close to your ear, “Why’s that?”

Overwhelming tears of anticipation and hunger dripped from your eyes as you whimpered, “Because…I’ve waited s-so long for you…sir!”

“Mmm,” he mused as his now cold, bare hand slid under your shirt to pinch and play with your hardening nipples, “good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”

His other hand squeezed your neck, “You like being treated like shit though, don’t you? That’s not what good girls do.”

You furrowed your brow and ground your hips against his bulge, whining out, “Fuck, Simon, please! Please, I want you to use me!!”

“Use you? Hah. You really are a fucking slag. Get on all fours, before I slap you into next year.”

As you hurried onto your knees and elbows, Simon began to rub your bare ass, muttering, “Filthy cunt. I bet when I’m gone this is all your stupid little brain can think about, hm?”

You whimpered, peeking over your shoulder as the jingling from his belt buckle made your walls clench and stomach tighten. The heat in your cheeks rose to the point of dizziness at how he’d read you like a book. You yelped as a loud smack rang through the room, “Answer me.”

“Hah! Y-yes! Yes, I do!”

Simon’s skin burned in arousing agony watching you squirm and beg for him. Your arousal dripped from your cunt and down your thighs making you grip the sheets tightly. You’re embarrassment only made you dumber for his cock and that’s exactly how he loved seeing you.

His jaw clenched while his leaking, throbbing tip ground and prodded at your weeping cunt. You panted, “S-SimAH~!!”

You moaned out as he finally thrusted himself into you, going until his stomach was pressed right up against your stinging ass. He shoved two fingers into your mouth while he gripped your side as you squirmed at the stretch. It felt so good to be so full of him like this, yet it still hurt to adjust. “Don’t you fucking run away from me. You can take it. I know you can.”

He licked your spine all the way up to the side of your neck; peppering your shoulder and neck with sloppy, wet kisses before biting your earlobe and beginning a hard, steady pace. You whimpered and moaned while your tongue danced between the spaces of his fingers, getting wetter at the feel of your warm saliva dripping down your chin and throat.

Simon stared at you, encompassed by the sinfully angelic sight of you succumbing to pure sin and lust. After being gone for so long, the sight of you made him feel like he was a demon who’d stolen a pure angel from heaven. But no punishment was going to come close to stopping him from ravaging and marking you as his and his alone forever.

Your moans and muffled begs for more made him snake his hand around your side to your breasts, kneading and squeezing them like they were his saving grace after a harsh battle. A blissful, beautiful distraction. He panted into your ear as he went faster, feeling his high teasing him as he played with your most vulnerable spot, “I love you. I love you so much, my love. Fuck…fuuckk that’s it, take me in like you always have. That’s fucking it, good girl.”

The wetness of his fingers coated your nipples before wrapping them around your throat, “Say it back, love. Come on, my sweet girl. Do it for me.”

You whimpered and wheezed a bit as he gripped your neck, “I-….Hmmm ffffuuckkk I love you, Simon. I love you so much baby, I love you!! I love you I love you!”

Simon gave a deep groan and whimpered in your ear. Your words made his dick twitch and his own made your walls clench tightly around him, “Sh-…shit. Shit…ugh, say it again. Say my fucking name again, Y/N, say it.”

Your eyes rolled back as you gripped and clawed at his wrist and swallowed, “Fuck me, Simon. I wanna be your fuck toy, Simon! I’m all yours! Mmmm, my sweet husband, I’m all yours. All fucking yours, Simon Riley!”

His moans and groans sent you over the edge as he held you as close to him as he could, making you give a silent scream of pleasure from your orgasm coating his dick and dripping down his balls. While the two of you caught your breath, Simon’s head rang with your words. Specifically the title of ‘my sweet husband’.

The two of you had never talked about marriage as he didn’t want to give any potential threats incentive to hurt you out of spite for him or his team. But fuck, it filled his heart with pure joy, pride, and a primal need to protect you for as long as he stood on this earth.

While the Simon bathed you in a tub full of bubbles and scattered flower petals, you thought of the same comment. It sent butterflies through your stomach and a childish giddiness through your body. While Simon kissed and rinsed your body, you quietly spoke, “About um…that husband comment…I know we haven’t talked about it. I’m sorry if I-“

“That’ll do, my love. Don’t apologize. I didn’t mind it.”

You turned to look at him and gave a hopeful smile with cartoon-like sparkles in your eyes, “Really?”

He stared at you, his thumb and index finger holding your chin, “Really. I’m sorry I can’t marry you right now…but you’ll always be my wife in my eyes.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and a burning sting invaded your nostrils. With a small adjustment to his already lifted mask, he planted a passionate, loving kiss on your lips. Your hands cupped his cheeks, reciprocating his pure love and adoration for you. Your foreheads pressed together while you whispered, “I love you, Simon.”

Simon gave a rare but small grin, “I love you too.”

#fan fiction #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #mw2 2022 #military #tall reader #dirty talk #female reader #gaming #video games #call of duty mw2 #mw2 x reader #ghost brain rot #ghost is babygirl #ghost cod #simon ghost riley smut #big scary man make me go purr #i want him #goddamn #thirsty thots #poc friendly #praise and degredation #verbal degradation #degredation kink

[scullycockstrap]

while steven offered what they needed to survive at home, jake assumed what was necessary for them in the field. my guess is that he came to be when marc went to the military.

at first, i thought he'd been there since childhood, especially looking at the scene where steven appears for the first time. it was immediately followed by them taking a beat by their mother, and we know steven had never fronted during punishment, so we can assume someone else switched right after him. i thought maybe it was jake who endured the beatings, but now i think it was either marc or they entered in a deep state of dissociation.

that's my guess, because jake isn't there to endure. he's there to take action. to guarantee whatever is threatening them ceases to exist.

so, i think jake split later in their life, when marc faced deadly situations in which he was unable to protect himself — not because he couldn't, he had the skills, but because he judged himself unworthy of defense.

marc believes himself a monster, and he ended up putting himself in positions where he'd have to be one. he surrounded himself in violence, maybe as a form of self punishment, or a way to justify his shame (as if to prove to himself and the world how much a killer he was), or because he thought it was the only option for him (what he deserved).

whatever the reason, my boy just couldn't deliver.

marc thinks he's inherently bad but, yet, he struggles with remorse and self reprehension at every step. he can fight and kill alright, he's capable of doing what he has to do until he reaches a certain moral breaking point.

that's where jake takes over.

jake has a different perspective. i believe he's free from the inferiority complex marc suffers, and is down to do anything, whatever it is, to survive, without beating himself up for it. if it is between us or them, the answer is clearly and easier: us. and that's it.

this mindset makes his actions more ruthless and violent compared to marc's, without a subsequent self hate. i don't think he enjoys his role, but he probably doesn't feel bad for making the dirty work if it means living for another day.

but I do think he enjoyed killing arthur/ammit tho, they not only caused the system enough emotional and physical pain, but also made them literally die. i bet jake was eager to take the trash out.

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #khonshu #my thots #the brain rot is deep

[rhoorl]

hello hi hola 💕 menace jo here ravaging inboxes for the evening. thinking of Benny, what would the idea date night you’d have in mind for you and him, where would you go, what would you do, and how would you end the night 😌 do not spare details

love you @undercoverpena

Hello my sweet friend! Sorry it's taken me ages to respond. I totally went down a rabbit hole of thots and plots about Benny…thanks for feeding my delulu about him.

Date night with Benny 🥰. As much fun as it would be to be wined and dined by him - because I think he totally would do it - I would go for something more casual. Like maybe starting off to do something active…like mini golf or um, cough, bowling. 😏

I’m not a competitive person, so I’d just be there to watch him mostly. And because he’s Benny, he’s going to be ridiculously good at whatever we pick. But ahem competency kink aside, it would just be a time for us to laugh, catch up on each other's day/week, and do something fun.

From there we follow it up by going to a local brewery - sample some flights of beer and grab snacks, that kind of stuff. If there’s some trivia going on then even better! Before heading back home we'd stop for some ice cream because he knows I've had a hard week and deserve a treat.

How does the night end? We'd end up back at our place, cuddling on the couch and pretending that we were going to watch a movie or catch up on our latest series. But you and I both know where things are going. I think he is in tune with what his partner wants and in this case it's slow and sensual, just wanting to feel his weight. A simple “I got you baby” and we're off…I'll leave it there because I'm a lady 🤭 and you'll probably see this scenario play out in a fic at some point. 😆

In the morning he'd bring me coffee wearing his gray sweatpants 🩶

Thank you for being a menace! Love you bunches 💕

#rhoorl asks #benny miller thots #benny miller #benny miller vibes #the benny brain rot is consuming me but im ok with it

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

SEBBIE GRRR @sebsxphia

Rhett is so proud of himself when you just obediently take his cock and start riding it for everyone to see. He always pats your head your eyes are all glossy too far gone to think about anything but him and his cook.

“S’good, my sweet thing, go on and drool those thoughts away. No need for em when all you need is my cock”

He chuckles at how easy you were to break into his own little toy. Your only purpose to serve and hunger for his cock.

#that ask felt more fitting here ahajjajaksksks #saving it for my hirny thots #mutuals 🐟 #seb💕 #hhhhhh he's rotting my brain now #rhett abbott #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott x reader