@krasinskigirl They are targeting you for no good reason. Have we joked about shirtless JKras being arousing? Yes. But it isn’t explicit. Tumblr is being stupid.
I knew this place was a complete trashfire. That’s explicit? Say word?
This is what I think of whenever I call him Big McLargehuge. Gigantic, good looking, goofy ass man in a fitted t-shirt. This whole look ticks a lot my boxes…
Did I just hear a drabble on the @thirstaidkitpodcast this morning about a sweaty, flirty Krasinski?
Yup. Sure did. And how did I imagine he looked in said drabble?
That 👆🏽
Thank you to the person who wrote that drabble and to Bim & Nichole for fucking with my emotions reading it.
Kids, don’t thirst and drive. His drabble almost caused me to have a fender bender. @thirstaidkitpodcast
Sound advice. Remember kids:
Thirst Safely
It’s all fun and games until you imagine a sweaty man taking you against a wall, saying the dirtiest things imaginable into your ear in a deep husky voice while you hang on to his broad shoulders with your legs wrapped around his taut waist…
Sorry, don’t know where that came from. Back to your lives citizens…
Warnings: Just… so much smut. BDSM, anal
play, toys, choking… just filth.
A/N: A birthday present to myself, but
also to give back to you guys. Sequel to Backtalk, but you don’t have to read
that one for this to make sense. But like… you should.
♤♤♤
You woke, a minute past midnight, to your thighs being
parted slowly, kisses being laid softly between them and up to your core.
“Happy birthday, my love.” M’Baku murmured, indulgent
in his worship of your body. You sighed happily, your husband catching your
hand as you reached it down and squeezing it.
You had ached for his touch all week, but it had taken
you days to recover from the punishment he’d unleashed on your body. By the time
you could take him again, meaning that you stopped wincing every time you sat
down, he could already guess from the mischief in your eyes you were going to
start the game anew.
“Your
birthday is in a few days, ifemi,” He’d told you, lips brushing over your earlobe as he’d moved your
hand from his neck to hold over his heart. “If you’re a good girl until then… I
promise you’ll get spoiled.”
Now you were faced with a dilemma. Act up and get
punished again? Or behave yourself for once and be rewarded? You knew your
husband’s capacity for pleasure was just as great as that of his capacity for pain,
and you toed the line between the two often. But the idea of being spoiled was
far too tempting for you to resist, and you ceased in your antics.
swallowing a load makes you braver then any US marine
i hope you all die. my mother just came up behind me and said “oh who’s that?” and then i said oh just i dont know and she pointed to the title and said “what’s… oh. shit.” and just walked away. i hope. you all die!!!!!!
Hey quick question do people actually wear jeans indoors at home? Like, as a casual thing to wear? As in you don’t plan on going out or anything you just put jeans on.
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