#FUCK YES ITS HOT ROD TIME

[honkowo]

MORE MEAT CARSSSS (AND HOTROD!!!!!!!!!! <3<3<3<3<3)

from top 2 bottom: some bigass meat car models, HOT ROD<3, & examples/sketches of possible modded meat cars heehee

so the 2 other factory models r the mole, a meat car used for underground travel & excavation for permanent settlements, & the walking city, a meat car built for carrying many angels( about 40-50 on average) and/or their stuff across long distances.moles are one of the only factory models with a base that ISNT of angel origin for once; its a subterranean mole instead :). the mole can also come in a fair few sizes, with the one in the picture being the biggest.

I FINALLY GET TO SHOW U GUYS HOTROD TOO YIPPEE!! hotrod is clink's only custom meat car & is his pride and joy lmao. hes entirely a speed-based custom, being capable of 200mph max & an even faster diving speed, & hes quite agile too :). unlike ur average meat car, hotrod has a more prominent personality; often getting himself into trouble because of how nosy he can be. hes otherwise pretty well behaved.

like usual, gif stills r under the cut :)

[istherewifiinhell]

Optimus cremation dot jpeg

[ID: A shot of 84 transformers, Optimus' body is laying on a table which in front of a firey oven, it evokes the imagery of cremation more than metal smelting. END]

Like a fucking mattress up there

[ID: Rodimus who in vehicle mode, is a large sporty car with tricked out truck trailer attached, flame down the sides, and triple exhaust stacks on the side of the cabin. Optimus' body is on top of the trailer, about the same size in bot mode. One arm dangles down limply. A human woman stands next to Rodimus cabin. END ID]

[gamblersdoll]

Belly buldgeGenya 😩

nsfw, porn with no plot, belly bulge, cockwarming, soft dom!genya

genya loved cock warming, as if hes been with women before you and did it. he wasnt, but still. he loved how yours felt, because your pussy ran hot.

especially when it got cold? he can easily just grip your hips and just.. slip himself inside of you. it felt too good, was this what it was like ? he grew so big inside of you, it just swells up like crazy.

but one this was sure, he questioned how you can even fit all of him into your walls? because of course he had to feel himself inside of you, and holy fuck– was he really that thick? it felt like a long rod was just pushing through your stomach.

he had to make sure, so he thrusted into you, maybe a bit harder than he wanted.

you softly moan, prepping yourself incase he comes to fuck your precious little cunt. “b–aby!” you yelp, hand gripping his thicker arm.

“sh, shhh, babygirl.” he coos, hand on your tummy and he looks in awe. “was just seeing something, thats all.” he pecks you a kiss on your cheek, him holding you tight. “you been prepping yourself to take all of me?”

you shake your head ‘no,’ mumbling about how he stretches you out. “mm, i do?” you nod, “yeah?” he coos again, kissing your cheek and shifting his hips. “you want me to fuck you how you like it, baby?”

your heart beats fast, and you nod with a press of your butt against his groin. he groans himself, holding your hips with a mean grip. “okay—okay baby, just stay still..” he kisses the back of your neck, thrusting soft into your cervix.

but you cant, you feel so good and exposed, trying your best to make him feel good. he clicks his tongue, wrapping his arm around your waist and softly whispering to you. “no, no. just stay still, be good f’me.”

you whined in response, him taking your hand and pressing against the bulge. “feel that? yeah you do.. play with your clit, baby.”

you couldnt, chanting about how ‘too good’ or how he was being so good to you. “play with it, i wont have to ask again.” he says, guiding your hand down to your bundle of nerves and then slowly moving your fingers in circles.

“g-genya!” you whine, trying to close your legs.. but failing miserably.

“uh uh, just like that. keep the pace up, you know how to please yourself.” he teases, taking a hand and pulling your knees apart. “thats it, there you go. can feel your legs shaking baby.”

you get tears in your eyes, feeling his mean, fat tip just pushing its way deeper and further inside you. “m’ gunna cum..”

“oh, i can feel it baby.” he kisses, reaching around and feeling his cock spasm in your walls. “good girl, oh you take it so well.” he slowly pushes his fingers inside, adding more stretch and curling his finger to your g-spot.

“n-no no!” you whine in protest, but he squeezes his arms to restrain yours.

“yes, baby.” he coos, fucking and fingering you at the same time while also circling your clit with his thumb. “just do as your told and cum on this cock..the cock that loves your walls, hmm?” he teases, pulling his fingers out and gripping his base with index and thumb, shaking it in your walls.

and he also loved how random things just made you cum as if it was your first time cumming.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Me and Mr. Jones

Featuring actor, Eddie Jones

Back in 2003, I was working as a grip on a low budget film called Fighting Tommy Riley. It was 5 day shoot, but I was lucky enough to meet one of my favorite character actors, Eddie Jones. Best known to audiences as Superman’s adoptive father Pa Kent on Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman, when Eddie was on set, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. When he was off-stage, his broad, bright smile would light up the room. He was a sexy man for his age of 69 with his broad face, imposing presence and solid build. When he was off-set, his broad, bright smile would light up the room.

Everyone who knew Eddie as a friend, or had the good fortune to share the stage with him, was touched by his gentle and generous nature. He was very nice and enjoyed the attention I paid to him. Actually talked to me. What had seemed like just a cute, older guy on set turned out to be a seriously hot daddy for which I was developing a major hard-on. I enjoyed passing the time by watching him work, fantasizing about him being naked.

How much of that fur, if any, spread across the rest of him? Did being big of stature mean he had a small dick or was he one of "nature's surprises" like I'd met once or twice? I really wanted a chance to find answers to these questions, but knew it wasn't likely to happen. He's married, but we all know that does not mean a thing.

That evening, after a very good meal in the dining car, I began the walk back to my trailer. I saw him at the other end of a narrow corridor. Slowing as we approached each other, we exchanged pleasantries.

"Hey Eddie." I said as we came up to each other.

"Hi there! Did you enjoy dinner?" He asked.

"Oh, yes. It was great."

"Good."

It was clear he was on his way somewhere, so I stepped back against one wall to let him by. It turned into to a moment I'd never forget. Not only did he fail to avoid brushing against me as he squeezed past, but he made a point of slowing down and actually pushing his ass into me as he slid by. There was a relaxed feeling to his butt muscles against my crotch. I immediately went hard. I don't think I'd ever gone fully erect that fast. Ever. I didn't even know a guy could.

After he slid past me he looked over his shoulder and smiled. This wasn't one of his professional "have a nice day" smiles. No. There was a distinct twinkle in his eye. He continued down the corridor leaving me standing there staring after him.

"I'll be checking on you around 8:30." Eddie said without looking back.

"Fine." I replied with a dazed grin. I continued down the corridor, trying to smooth out the bulge he'd left in my pants.

At 8:30 sharp, I lightly tap on his trailer door. The door opened to those sexy blue eyes looking at me as he flashed that warm smile again. Eddie made a quick check to see if there was anyone to see me enter before letting me in. While stepping in he closed, locked the door in a single motion and we fell into an embrace, sharing a long passionate kiss. We began frantically pulling off our clothes. I didn't know if he was eager or just didn't have much time to "fuck around" before going home to the wife, but he wasn't waiting for any conversation. And I certainly didn't mind.

As his shirt came off I saw that, though not quite as hairy as some of the "chubs" I liked to see, but there was plenty of body hair to enjoy. His forearms were thick leading to those masculine hands I'd admired earlier. I continued down his stomach until it ended in a mostly black bush above his rising cock. I quickly dropped to my knees and took his dick in my hands.

His cut rod had a thickness that filled my mouth nicely as I slid my lips over it and took it down to its base. He exhaled slowly as he stood there, his hands on my shoulders. I could smell old fashioned cologne along with his natural musk. My tongue worked his fully erect shaft as I moved slowly up and down. I pulled up again to enjoy a good look at his knob before licking around the tip.

I pushed Eddie toward a nearby couch and he sat down. He leaned back and spread his legs wide allowing me better access. I worked my tongue around his dickhead as my other hand was feeling the hair on his balls. They were much larger and heavier than I'd expected. I thought about what his load might taste like. I took his dick in my hands, stroking up and down as I worked my tongue down under his nuts. I gnawed gently here and there, slowing the pace of my stroking on his dick. He moaned a bit, then a bit more. After a delicious minute or two he suddenly exhaled, "No!"  

I was nearly knocked over as he jumped up. He was getting too close, too soon so I paused and waited for his cue. Whatever he wanted next, I was going to do my best to please him; not that I didn't have ideas of my own.

Earlier in the day I'd fantasized about what it'd be like to fuck him. Those fantasies were about to be realized as Eddie turned around knelt on the couch with his butt now at my eye level. I set in quickly on eating his ass. I covered his hole with my tongue and licked long, broad strokes up and down his crack. Starting low against the back of his balls and on up to where his crack ended at his tailbone. I continued slowly moving up then down again. He moaned deep and low. I could tell he was enjoying it as he squirmed a bit, pushing his ass back into my face.

I slid my tongue into his warm canal and continued to work my way in until I couldn't get my tongue in any further. Eddie continued moaning as I worked my tongue in and around. I felt him start to relax even more as he leaned forward laying his forehead on his folded arms, tipping his ass up a bit.

Eddie was breathing heavily when I finally stood up. He looked back without saying anything, but his sexy blue-eyed gaze told me he was ready for me to stick my cock in. I worked up some spit in my mouth, transferred it to my fingers and spread it around my fully erect cock. I set the tip against his hole and paused: this was the moment I wanted to last forever.

As the head of my dick slipped in he gasped. He was pretty tight and I didn't want to hurt him. So I kept the pressure constant while letting him take me in at his own pace, leaning back into me. Putting his hands against the back of the couch, Eddie rose up and pushed ass back and down on my dick. It was time to go in all the way.

"Yes…" Eddie moaned as he reached back to pull me against him, making sure I was all of the way in.

It looked so hot to see my cock was now firmly buried in. I pulled out and pushed back in. He turned back to face me again and I leaned forward to kiss him. We held a kiss as I worked his ass. He turned back to the wall and moaned as I continued, now moving a bit quicker. Every so often he would squeeze my dick with his ass muscles. I continued to pick up the pace. My fucking worked up to a solid rhythm, my balls occasionally slapping against him. He began moaning low. It was very quiet, but with an encouraging note. As I continued to fuck him his moaning grew louder. His ass felt so good that I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.  

I was about to pop as Eddie pushed back hard into me. That was my cue to go for it. It was only another three or four strokes before I slammed up against him and held myself there, my dick in him as deep as it could get.  

"Oh fuck!" I gasped as my cock began to throb, pumping my load into his ass. He was moaning and rocking, his warm hole enveloping my throbbing cock.  

"Yes! Yessss…" Eddie said, ending in a whisper.

As my cock's throbbing lessened and I started to go soft I reached around and under to jack him off, but to my surprise, he had already cum. So I slowly pulled out and stepped back. Eddie stayed kneeling laying his head back down on his arms. I stared at his hole, now visibly open wider than when I'd first gone down on it. I could see traces of my cum as I watched the hole pulsing along with his breathing.

[dragua32]

Creamer

Coco: Hey Jaune, can you help me get a drink?

Jaune: Are you sure? Last time you had trouble handling it......

Coco: Yes, I’m sure, or I wouldn’t be asking. Now you gonna help?

Jaune: Yes of course, let’s go.

*Somewhere else in private*

Coco down on her knees: Dang Jaune! What did you do to this, it’s gotten bigger!

*Coco’s astonished by Jaunes’ size*

Jaune embarrassingly: C’mon Coco it’s not that b-

Coco: SUSH!!!!! You will take that compliment and like it! Now quite.... Please?

With quite in the air now, Coco gets to work. As before her was Jaune’s semi-hard cock. It had been a while since their last encounter that she had seen it. Coco reached for Jaune’s length, gently wrapping her hand around its girth and slowly starting to stroke it, earning a soft moan from Jaune.

She loved that; she loved hearing his moans as he would always try to muffle it. As she slowly increased her speed she could feel his cock getting bigger, a hunger was building in her, one she knew would be satisfied.

She pulled in close to his length and gave it a soft kiss on the tip. But she couldn’t stop there, she moved down his length kissing every inch, till she reached his base and she wanted more. Coco reached for the buckle of his pants and undid them, and letting his pants drop to his heels freeing his balls. She gave them a good long lick, dragging them up and down and across those full orbs. Leaning in she engulfed those orbs in her mouth giving them good suck, and letting them go with a *pop*.

Jaune was beside himself, keeping himself steady while Coco was working her magic as she slobbered his cock and balls. He looked down and was greeted by the sight of Coco making eye contact with him. She held her gaze while working her mouth on his balls and stroking his cock. Coco went at it for bit longer to get him all hard and erect while she still held eye contact.

Now her mission was done he was all erect, his massive member throbbing, she got under it and held Jaune’s cock on her face. It was an intoxicating feeling that massive, hot, girthy rod on her face. She pulled herself back, getting a good look at the cock, and then to Jaune. “Alright Jaune, be rough, be vigorous, use my throat like you used me last time. Be fierce, tiger.” Coco cooed while she hooked her mouth, prying it open.

Jaune stepped forward aiming his cock at Coco’s open mouth and nodded, “Remember, three taps” he spoke gently and Coco nodded back.

Jaune rested his hands on Coco’s head and grabbing her hair as well getting a good grip; and slowly started pulling her closer. His tip being met by her tongue and then by her mouth, wet and hot were all he could feel as inch my inch his cock made its way in Coco’s mouth and down her throat. Jaune was slightly surprised that she was taking it so well, and with a quick jerk forward Coco swallowed all of Jaune’s cock down to its base and his balls resting on her chin. Thankfully Jaune had been good to keep himself trimmed and for that Coco stretched her tongue under Jaune’s shaft giving his balls a quick lick. Jaune perked up quickly at that sensation and a small smile escaped, he knew what to do. He slowly pulled Coco’s head back his cock now covered and glistening with her saliva, and before his tip left her mouth he plunged his entire length back down her throat with a strong thrust. Back and forth he went with his thrusts making sure to bury his cock in her throat, accompanied by the slap of flesh from his balls hitting Coco’s chin. It was an amazing feeling, her hot, wet throat surrounding his cock as he face fucked her, it was intoxicating. So much so that he increased his pace thrusting hard, he could see tears running the sides of her cheeks, but she didn’t gag; Coco certainly had worked on her gag reflex to take Jaune’s cock. Minutes had gone by and he kept going, and she just took it, and Jaune felt a tingle in his loins. “I’m gonna cum soon.” He let her know and her response was to just grip his thighs firmly as Jaune hammered away, and true enough he was at his limit, “CUMMING!!!” Jaune roared as he pulled Coco’s head in, his cock balls deep in her as he let loose his hot seed down her throat, wave after wave of cum washed down her throat. Coco pushed her face in more into his groin as she swallowed his semen, she wrapped her arms around his legs as Jaune continued pumping cum down her throat and she happily swallowed it all filling her belly with the thick Arc seed. As his pumps slowed Coco unwrapped her arms and reached for Jaune’s balls massaging them as she gave his cock a final suck, draining the cum from his family jewels. Coco kept his cock in her mouth keeping it warm before Jaune started slowly pulling back. Coco didn’t want to let it go, but she had to as they had places to be, so she let go of his cock with *pop*.

“You alright?” Jaune asked while running a hand through her hair, Coco nodded. “Do you want to lick it clean?” He asked, and Coco perked up excitement in her eyes. Extending her tongue out and started lick his cock up, running her tongue up and down getting the sweet mix of saliva and cum, and in minutes Jaune’s cock was cleaned as she gulped down the last of his cum. “Well, hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.” Jaune said while pulling up his pants and buckling them, “Oh, I did, Tiger” Coco winked as she licked her lips. “Good, I’m going to meet up with Yang for our match, want me to call you later?” Jaune asked as he fixed his clothing. “You could knock instead.” Coco replied. Jaune stopped for a moment his brain processing what Coco just said, but before he could respond she slapped his ass, “Go, you don’t want to keep Yang waiting.” Jaune opened the door and before he readied himself to sprint, he turned to face Coco, “Wait, you’re not going to say good luck?” he asked. Coco smirked, “You don’t need luck, tiger.” Jaune’s ears turned red, turned back around and ran. Coco kept her eyes on his bubble butt as he ran out of sight. “Good luck, tiger.” She whispered to herself. Coco reached for her pocket mirror and a wet wipe and got rid of all the evidence of this encounter, she gave herself one final look over and left with a spring in her step.

“Tiger, eh?” Coco froze in place hearing that all to familiar voice. She turned around to see a very familiar face. “Hey Vel.” Coco paused. “How much of that did you hear?” She asked. “All of it.” Velvet responded.

“Oh.” Coco acknowledged “Well then.” she paused, “Don’t tell Nora.”

[transingthoseformers]

The idea of Tarn being the baby of Decepticon High Command (as one of the newer characters) just greatly amuses me. There's a reason I make him the baby of them family in CML. He is great at administrative work and loves nlthing more than to hide in his office and work on it.

At least there he is safe from Jazz playing pick on the baby for stress relief over being separated from the Autobots, Strika's humiliating mothering (at least Lugnut doesn't generally attend meetings), Deadlock's papping him verbally like a cat scolding her kitten, and Ironhide's dubious expression to his enthronement.

Kup calling him kid strangely doesn't sting because he calls everyone kid. It's default.

Tarn has to deal with all the hot messes and can't even enjoy being a proper Decepticon because factions are on pause until they aren't under threat of extinction since the Quintessons decided reclamation didn't work last time lets get rid of them and start again with the All Spark.

The DJD are trying. They really are.

I just like the idea of Thunderclash and Hot Rod also being their and confined to the children's side of the table. Thunderclash because he became unit commander and did well in an overachieving child too terrified to fail way, making him technically ranked high enough and Rodimus Please-Call-Me-Hot-Rod got Primed by the planet upon its rebirth in Optimus's absence and is very relieved to just sit there and look pretty when not falling into a disassociative state and receiving messages from Primus he passes on while drinking a juice box.

(Tarn definitely didn't panic the first time it happened to him, and then Rodimus popped up and said they needed to summon a war council because the Quintessons were unearthing "long lost horrors".)

At least, he is allowed to go on the occasional murderous hunt with his squad against Quintesson targets. He just wishes it didn't involve half the command staff cooing at his kills (Deadlock or Jazz), chuckling over his "speeches" afterward (changes but usually Ironhide or Strika) or being fussed over, and the blood cleaned off with solvent wipes like he is some messy toddler (Lugnut, usually Lugnut).

I mean it makes sense to a degree and adds crunchy details to his role being mcmurderman until it isn't

Makes sense Tarn would prefer the deskwork, especially considering everyone else here

Exactly, all the fun is taken out of it for him

The kids' side of the table sdgjio

Yes

MN YES, RODIMUS FOUND A WAY TO BECOME A PRIME WITHOUT THE MATRIX: consequences included

Sfguii yep yep. Mm yes long lost horrors? owo owo?

At least some murder is allowed yeah, idk what this Tarn would do without a little bit of it

Lugnut i swear to fuck yes please

[faceless-mirror]

Ship: HozierxNBOC

CHAPTER 1

Ainsley has just endured a soul-tearing experience. They're working on themselves and living for themself for once. When they meet Andrew while on vacation in Ireland. What starts as an entertaining distraction soon seems to grow as they both heal and grow together.

[This is a mild slowburn fic]

Taglist: @shifting-philosopher

(Please feel free to message if you would like to be included in the taglist.)

Ainsley was on the back of the Belgian draft horse, now known as Peaches. Granted it was terrifying. The horse seemed to be almost twice the height of its rider. Ainsley sighed, urging the horse forward, sighing contently. It wasn't so scary, granted the horse was on a lead but it was a start. Eventually, Sam took off the lead letting Ainsley take control. breathing slowly as they rode the large creature. As they got used to it, a free feeling started to blossom in their chest. They took their time riding and getting used to... being up high for once. And moving. The moving was a bit harder to get used to.

By the time Ainsley felt at home, it was time to dismount, which was a whole new struggle for the five-foot-one rider. They were almost certain they'd land on their ass, but thankfully didn't, thanks to Sam's help.

Ainsley helped Sam with the horse best they could which mostly consisted of petting Peaches. 

Before long Ley was headed back to the house they now lived at with their dad, sighing softly, everything was going to take time. But they at least had a little relief, one fear at a time. Build trust back up with the world. Yes just to have it ripped away again. An intrusive thought pressed like a hot iron rod in their mind. They forced it out swallowing and took a deep breath. No. I won't let it happen again.

-_-_-_-

A week passed. Ainsley was settled in their bedroom, trying to keep their mind off the world music playing as they relaxed. Hozier's melodic voice filled their room keeping them from feeling too alone as their dog huffed next to them. The dog was a beagle, looking at their owner in exhaustion. "Don't look at me like that, fluff butt." Ley sighed closing the laptop and yawned looking over at the dog, Dixie. "You don't get to be judgy. You lick your own ass." they scoffed and got up stretching, heading for the door. Before they reached the door the dog not so gracefully faceplanted into the door with a loud thump. "You are not a bright dog." They sighed and shook their head heading downstairs at last.

They ruffled their hair gently, a few days ago they decided to start going back to long hair, maybe it was time to go back to long hair after years. As they made their morning meal they sighed slightly noticing an envelope on the counter from their dad's cousin who owned the farm addressed to them.

They cringed a bit at the liberal use of female pronouns but sighed, it was work, and boy did it pay well. Maybe work there for a while and then maybe go to Ireland and get away from this mess for a bit.

They took a bite of their food before calling the number to accept the job offer.

-_-_-_-

It wasn't easy work, to say the least, but as time went on, Ley found themself starting to enjoy it, along with getting to ride the horses more often. They still spoke to their ex-fiance. They still loved them, and they were still good friends. It was still painful and heartbreaking. But Ainsley managed to find new friends as well through the heartbreak. 

A few days after working at the farm they froze staring at a group chat they were in with their ex-fiance. Engagement rings. The caption obviously wasn't meant to be for them to see but it hurt never the less. 

Ethan and I like these ones.

Rage immediately boiled up, hurting. They wanted to comment... they wanted to tell them to suck a dick, to fuck themself, to just go away, everything. But they didn't. Ley backed out feeling sick to their stomach and angry. Furious. So they took it out on the barn. Working hard on making it spotless.

After they did and had blisters on their hands, they sat down roughly before turning to their new friends, telling them how replaced and helpless they felt in the moment. It didn't feel like they had meant anything to start with. They knew Ethan. And their ex-fiance was already moving on with their other partner it seemed without care for how their relationship ended.

All the pain in their chest and heart bubbled up and they doubled over sobbing desperately, shaking. Everything hurt. Everything was wrong. And they were lost.

They ended up talking to their ex-fiance, telling them how they felt, making the feeling of being used worse it seemed. But now they were sighing softly ruffling their hair, praying they could go on their trip before too much longer. They needed space to think.

[slashingdisneypasta]

(I finally figured out what to ask! Hopefully ill send more asks soon if you want (i don't want to overwhelm you though)

How does Edward the Incel choose his target? Like is he going to kill all women since he thinks their all bad? Does he only target the 'impure' women? Or does he get together with a girl and pretend to like them until they give him an excuse to kill them? Also do you have names for the rest of the cast?

Oh!!! Thank you so much! ^^ You absolutely don't have to, I haven't even decided if 'm officially keeping Ed XDD But I do love him, so-

He has a particular 'type', he doesn't like. Ed will be living his every day life and see a woman - she might just have passed by him on the bus, or they chatted at a coffee shop, or they even work together, - , and get a bad taste in his mouth. She's usually pretty sweet and well-liked (The more likely friends and family are to say in her murder documentary that she 'lit up a room', the more likely he is to hate her guts), probably even volunteers- he just thinks this all must be a huge pile of bullshit. No one is that perfect, no one really cares that much- be fucking real. Especially a hot girl. The fact that people can be... get this... multifacted; both pretty and good inside... is totally lost on him. It boggles his mind.

He's disgusted, but... also drawn in by her? He doesn't just want to kill her, he wants to destroy her if he can. He wants to get to know her, and if he cant find something dark living inside her- he will instil it himself. Every time that her smile falls, or she rethinks getting close with him, he feels a sick pleasure.

So yeah- Barbie type. He usually dates her or befriends her first (Lesbians are not safe just because he cant make them fall for him), has his week or two of sick, twisted fun-time (And yes, he definitely, literally gets off on giving women little complexes and self-disgust), and then kills them.

(I haven't actually fully decided- on any of this, by the way XD Just spit balling mostly! ^^ )

The other characters! ^^

Main Character- Maggie, or Mags. "Of course you're not worried about this- " *Follows Hallie out the door, waving a spoon at her* "You're a VIRGIN!!- " Final Girl- Hallie. "So I met a guy... he got me the good canned peas off the top shelf at the store cuz I couldn't reach... " *Sighssss* "... and in my mind, we've already been married 8 years- no, you cant eat these peas Mags, we can never eat them- " Old Dude #1- Rodney or Rod. "...Art- " (Arthur: "I've told you a million times not to call me that-") "- I have an idea." Old Dude #2- Arthur. *To Rodney* "Oh- no, you don't. Sit back the hell down." (Rodney: *Slowly sits down, crosses his arms and huffs- looking away*)

Again, thank you for asking! ^^ Its fun playing around with characters that are actually mine for once, haha XD

[arceefoxgirl]

a little rant about big robots

(sporadic thoughts on transformers prime)

ok i just got done with transformers prime, and i'm having a lot of feelings, not all of them good. in my eyes, the show started losing a lot of its charm in season two; mostly because it lost track of its human characters , relationships didn't grow that much and a lot of potential got wasted doing the same things over and over. june finding out about everything was an interesting concept, but season two mostly wasted its time with it? i really thought they were going to have her be rachet's human partner, y'know bc they're both medics but really because i think their dynamic has incredible potential, it would even help rachet's 180 in the finale feel more personal(?).

we also didn't really get that many interactions between bumblebee and meggytron, if you're going to have him kill him you should at least make their relationship feel as personal as bulk and breakdown. speaking of, what a waste huh, the whole will he leave the decepticons tension got resolved in the messiest of ways because mech were barely more than a timesink.

what even was the point of hot rod smokescreen? at first i thought the plot twist was that he was a mindwiped ultra magnus, as a nod to the g1 toy but also a fun way to build on the key plottwist but no. is he really just a plot device to have optimus not die ever? speaking of, optimus should've died reviving cybertron, i don't care about rodimus prime screenimus prime being a thing or not, it doesn't really feel right that the only autobot to die was fucking cliffjumper, who admitedly the show did get me to care about a whole lot after the fact.

i understand that season 3 got cut short and all but it peaks in the first couple of episodes, all the new action figures characters are bland as hell, ultra magnus was a generally bland guy who only really existed as a plot device and to cause pointless bickering and unfunny bits; dragon dreadwing is a less interesting version of dreadwing and shockwave had an alright episode setting him up to just kinda fuck about and do the work usually relegated to other decepticons, he really lost all his charm after the siege on the darkmount.

i know i mentioned it already but fuck me the show just dropped the ball with it's human characters after season 1, they barely have personal lives besides hangign out with the robots in disguise. yes, giving jack a cliché love interest and a cliché bully isn't a great step, but intead of memory holing them they could've really benefited of more time and care. the one episode we get about raph's mom is sweet but it doesn't really add new context to him as a person. miko my most beloved, how the writers forgot to give you a live outside the wreckers, honestly digging into why she seems to avoid connecting with regular people could've been interesting to explore but it shall remain just an interesting bit of subtext.

all of these feelings come from a place of love, i did really like this show but i deeply wish it could've been more y'know? i got the impression that it was something truly special and while, in a lot of aspects it is (i love you arcee) it does still feel at times like a commercial, a fun commercial sure, but one that got made to sell toys rather than tell a compelling story. it's no avatar: the last airbender but it's like a solid 8? closer to a 7 than a 9 tho

[istherewifiinhell]

it was kinda fucking sick. like. what do u want from me.

ID: Screen shots from 84 transformers, a post movie episode. Optimus grappling Hot Rod from behind. Prime's got his arms hooked around Hot Rod's shoulder joints. Hot Rod has a look of shock or pain, a smoking wound in his chest, dripping a blue fluid. END

ID: A shot of Optimus, his undead body carries injuries along his head and chest. Along with one arm, servered at the elbow, its not a clean cut, torn metal and wires hang from it. There's cracks in his face covering, the glass of his windows, and damage around the grill. He Stands with a gun in his remaining hand. END

ID: Optimus in the pilot seat of a ship. One side heavily damaged, arm completely gone now, the machinery below broken plating visible on parts of his chest. He steers the ship with his remaing arm. His eye's glowing brighter, orange whisps of smoke around him. END

ID: Close on Optimus, grey smoke behind him, colours dull. Crumple damage at the point of missing arm and on his helm, one sides attena like spikes gone. On his face too, one optic completely visible and round, a large black spot in the middle, like an exposed eyeball. END

Space mausoleum for all season 2 characters that died!!! Hello!!!!! The poor kid getting scared at all the robot CORPSES! Optimus tomb is EMPTY! hes fucking zombieing around up there.... its obviously suspicious but the new leader wants it to be true so bad he gives up the special artifact of leadership. GUH

Mausoleum? Destroyed. Entire bot fleet? Damaged from being lead into a trap by primes puppeted corpse.

And ofc. Undead prime getting autonomy back. Driving the now evacuated flag ship into the enemies for one last blaze of glory.

CMONNNNNNNNN

[discountwives]

the carpenter and the stable boy 

refs i used:

taglist (lmk if you wanna be added or taken off!): @sanderswife @nikkzships @whisperinghaunts @paperweightlovers @tex-treasures @captainscyarika @suzuyalove

[dddomenstarstwst]

➜ New Sensation

Prompt: Sounding

Character: Tsumugi Aoba

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sub!Tsumugi, dom!gn!reader, sounding, dry orgasm, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, Tsumugi has masochistic tendencies

Word count: 625

I almost forgot my love for sounding, silly me. And of course our little maso-boy tsumugi is the perfect candidate for it!

Tsumugi takes a deep breath, his eyes falter when he sees you approach with a black velvety box in your hands. You smile to him, setting a box next to Aoba. You open it and he gasps, a set of six metallic rods lies inside. You grab his hand and make him trace cold metal, Tsumugi bites his lip.

"I-Is it... Gonna be inside me?" You giggle at his cute question, nodding. His yellow eyes settle on yours and Tsumugi stutters your name. How cute. "Don't worry, Tsumu, I'll make sure you'll love it! Shall we start?"

He nods, and you motion him to lay comfortably, while you pick out a rod. You choose the smallest, as it was his first time, it wouldn't hurt as much but still will be pleasurable for Tsumugi. You stroke his cock until it's fully hard and show him the rod. "I'm inserting it, okay?"

Aoba whimpers something similar to a 'yes' and you slowly align a metallic stick to his slit. Your boyfriend holds his breath in when you press the tip inside. Tsumugi grips your wrist, a sudden new sensation in his dick sends jolts through his body. His legs start shifting on the bed so you sit on top of them.

"Shh, it's okay. Just a little more, okay?" You continue inserting the rod until it's all inside. Tsumugi looked like he was ascending: his mouth fell open, drool spilling down his chin, eyes unfocused and hazy. You rub his forearm in comforting circles, waiting for him to come back to you.

"It's... Weird. G-good weird, hah.." you hum in response, wrapping your hand around his base, moving it up and down slowly. Aoba shakes his head, incoherent sounds leave his drooling mouth. "Tsumugi, you need to relax, I don't wanna hurt you! Breathe with me. In. Out. In and out." He takes deep breaths, finally calming down.

You reward him with a head pet and a kiss to his temple, to which your boyfriend lets out a small laugh. Your hand resumes its pace, and quickly Tsumugi gets pretty close to his orgasm. "Mn– W-want to cum! P-please!" You give him a permission, but he struggles, tears pooling in his eyes, forming into fat hot drops. "I c-can't! I don't– Ah!"

You ignore his pleas and fasten your movements, ripping broken moans from him. Tsumugi's hips buckle up and you feel his dick twitch as he cums, though nothing comes out, and your boyfriend whines in confusion. You suppress a laugh, of course he doesn't know.

"Baby, congratulations! It was your first dry orgasm, I'm proud of you!" He licks his bitten lips, trying to calm his breath. You bring your finger to the end of the metal rod and press lightly on it. Tsumugi throws his head back, legs tensing in overstimulation. Your fingers take the rod almost fully out, only to slide it in slowly. You proceed to fuck his slit, observing his erratic reactions.

Aoba begs you to stop, but soon asks for more - conflicted, he looks at you, tear-stained face flushed red, lips trembling. You bring him close to the edge, and when he says he's coming, you swiftly take out the rod. Tsumugi slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle a scream, while his cum pathetically drips out of his dick.

"Looks like you're a real winner, Tsumu! A dry and a ruined orgasm in one night! I wish you could've seen your face, baby," you don't think he heard you properly, too focused on freshly discovered sensations. Aoba pants heavily, before gulping and looking you straight in the eye.

"I need more," he's a little masochist, you think. And you surely don't want to keep your masochist waiting.

[ghost-mp4]

10.11 — SOUNDING | KINKTOBER DAY 11

characters -> tendou s.

summary -> tendou let’s you try sounding on him for the first time

warnings -> NSFW / MDNI, dom!gn!reader, sounding, masochism, overstimulation, bondage

notes -> i’m finally posting for kinktober, let’s see how long that lasts

tendou was a self proclaimed masochist. he liked pain—loved it, even—but, god, the feeling of being physically incapable of coming after orgasming against and again was bordering on overwhelming. and yet, he was always the one saying that you were going to easy on him, that he could take more, more, more, and that's why he was tied to the chair in front of you with a thin metal rod in his cock.

this, the metal rod, was something new. not that the newness was a bad thing per se, it's just that... well, sounding wasn't something he had ever really considered. and now that he was here, with his hands tied behind his back and legs tied to the chair, he couldn't even think long enough to be disappointed that he hadn't tried it before.

"what's got you so quiet, satori?" you copied the almost musical tone he usually teased you in when you spoke his name, and right as he was about to respond, you tugged on the rod lightly.

it felt like every touch sent his already frayed nerves ablaze, burning him in the best way possible, and he could have screamed with it. his moans were ragged and broken as your hand fidgeted with the toy.

"please, please just take it out," he pleaded, hoping that you'd take mercy on him just this once.

"is it this little toy right here," you tugged on it again and fisted the base of his cock in your other hand.

"fuck, take it out, take it out, please-!"

you dragged a hand up his chest slowly, "look at you, just thinking with your cock. pathetic." the look you shot him dared him to argue.

"yes- yeah, please just-" he let out a sob when the very tip of your finger pressed against the rod, tears rolling down his face when you didn't let up on the pressure, "let me come, please."

you clicked your tongue at him, "i thought you were supposed to sit there and look pretty for me, satori, not beg like a whore." the hand on his chest made its way back to the base of his cock and grabbed it what should have been too harshly for it to feel good and yet-

"god, yes, please, please, take-" he shook underneath you, drawn so tightly that even his own begging was strained.

so you took the end of the rod, tugged on it, and he nearly screamed, his hands pulling at the restraints to no avail. for the first few moments, your movements were slow and it left his legs tensing and relaxing again and again. until finally, in one swift movement, you pulled it out completely.

his vision went blank, body going white hot, and his thoughts filled with nothing more than mind numbing pleasure, and finally, he screamed. his hips searched for something, to rut against, and the single fact that he couldn't find anything made him sob.

"atta boy," your voice was distant, but it grounded him enough to be able to blink up at you with teary eyes, “think you can take more?” the glint of the metal rod flashed in the corner of his eye and he whined, nodding his head quickly and trying to prepare himself for what he knew would be more overwhelming than before.

[charnelhouse]

would you tell us more about the soft morning fucks that din and his S/O have 🥺🥺 (featured in bare hehe)

For the uninformed, here’s a link to Bare. 

Here’s sleepy smut: 

It’s milk-warm sex. The nook where they sleep pulses with too much heat. There’s sweat under his arms - between his legs. Your face is pressed against his chest - each exhale a balmy stream of air across his skin. The child is tucked away in the cockpit- snoozing in his sound-proof cradle.

Din would never admit it - but he loves fucking you like this. He had always thought himself a bit of a filthy son of a bitch. His tastes had been slapped with something dirty and rough or desperately frantic. It’s what he asked for at the brothels - it’s what he interlaced into his very brief affairs with fellow hunters.

Then you had come into his life and suddenly he had the time to pause and to slow his shit down. He could devote hours to pleasuring you and yes they still fucked like wild animals - feral and kinky when the mood struck - but then he had these moments where it was just you and him and his thin, terrible cot.

This sex reeked of domesticity.

The child - their child - asleep and they’d rush to take advantage of the quiet - the space where they could just fool around like a couple of hormonal teenagers. 

“Din,” you groan. “I have morning breath.”

He scoffs, nosing at your neck before he slides his lips up your jaw. “I couldn’t care less.”

You run your fingers through his unruly hair, catching at the tangled locks, squeezing his hips with your knees. He’s already rock-hard for you - already subtly grinding himself into the cradle of your pelvis. 

‘Maker,” he breathes. “Let me fuck you.”

“I thought that’s what we were doing?”

"Yeah,” he grunts - as he ruts between your legs “I just like saying it.”

He tilts his chin down to slant his lips over yours - molten, open-mouthed kisses - the kind with honey-slow tongues rolling against the other.

As if they could devour the other in their entirety. 

He sweeps his thumb across your cheekbone, gripping the hinges of your jaw so he can pull you up to meet his hungry lips. 

You’re still wet from the night before - sticky. It doesn’t take much for him to shift his hips and suddenly slide himself into you. You gasp when he hits - when the head of his cock brushes up against something central to your womb. 

He goes slow - seesawing - thrusting - wrapping his hands around your knees so he can hitch them higher around his waist. 

“You like that?” he murmurs as he sucks a mark into your throat. You’re practically cooing - whimpering with each stroke of his cock. It’s gorgeous - all of it. Your skin feverish with arousal - your bottom lip stuck between your teeth - your brow wrinkling as your pussy tries to swallow him whole.

There is nothing, but the subdued, wet sound of his cock moving inside you - the muffled slap of his hips against your own. 

“You feel so good,” he pants. “So fucking wet and hot - fuck - I love it.”

I love it. I love it. 

Everything in him is trying to race away from him uttering you.

I love you, pretty girl. I love being inside you like this. I love when it’s just us and the kid. I love the taste of you. The thought of you. The fact that you have dug your fingers into my chest and not let go. 

Not my chest though. Not really.

My heart. My stupid heart and I have known nothing of love, but I thinks this is probably what it is. It’s requiring someone in a way that hurts me - in a way where if I lost you, it would leave its marks and not let up. 

Scar me. Break me.

But here you are - hot and sweet beneath me - and you won’t leave - won’t go. You are mine in all the ways it matters.

“Shit,” you gasp - your voice pulling from somewhere high. “Gonna - gonna -”

You cum - your tight cunt clenching down on the rod of his cock. He combs your hair back so he can watch - so he can see your expression go slack with it. 

He picks up the pace - just enough that it rocks you up the bed - enough that there is the squelch of him spearing his dick through the dripping slick of your climax. He leans back so that he can peer down and see himself disappearing inside you - the wet of it - the color of your soft pussy stretching to accommodate him. 

“Din,” you whimper. “Din - fuck - you’re so good - so good at that.”

You’re a mess - words blending together as you cling to him - as you drag him down to your mouth so you can kiss him all panicked like you need his lips to breathe or live or function. 

That pushes him off the cliff: the ferocity with which you are holding onto him - with which you are pressing your mouth to his so ardently - your sweet, breathy praise as he fucks you like he’s dying. He fastens his hand to the metal bed frame to leverage himself and then his orgasm sneaks up and breaks across him. His cock spits inside you - filling you with hot, wet lashes of his seed.

He wonders about the possibility of children - a time when you might remove that implant of yours and let him get you round with a baby - their kid. Maker - he’d tie you to the bed and fuck you until it took - crushing your knees into your chest while bending you nearly in half - 

The fantasy blinds him - tugging another muted climax from the root of his cock where it’s pinning you deep. 

He shakes above you - a little off his head as he tries to carry his weight and not just collapse and crush you into the bed. 

“Din,” you croon, smoothing his brow and damp hair. “You okay?”

He is - he is okay. He realizes it quite suddenly. All of this - this sleepy sex in his own, familiar ship with his girl and his son safe above them. It’s good - it’s wonderful.

[seita]

— alluring | (m.)

pairing: iwaizumi/f!reader

genre: smut, pwp

wordcount: 3.798

tags: wet&messy, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, corruption kink, loss of virginity, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, consent kink, daddy kink, breeding kink

note: hehe <3 i love one man and its iwaizumi hajime (28) athletic trainer

+ summary: iwaizumi is addicted to taking virginities, and you're the one in his sights now.

he was a hulking hunk of man meat. you knew that you wanted him.

he was so big and handsome, you just couldn't resist him.

when you first met him he was so nice. it immediately drew you in. and you knew you couldn't live without him.

“hi do you want to date me?” you asked, smirking your lips seductively.

“i sure do, doll face,” he purred, reaching out to clasp your face and lean you in for a kiss.

and that's how you started dating iwaizumi hajime. it was a dream come true.

you were a virgin when you began your relationship, but he didn't mind. he was a gentleman and didn't push you for anything. it really warmed your heart so you decided to gift him your v-card. (a/n: omg hed be so happy!!!1 >////<)

on your anniversary, you laid sexily in bed, posing your body like the pretty models you saw in magazines all the time. when he walked in, he was stunned and stopped to stare at you with wide eyes.

“what is all this for, baby?” he asked carefully

“don't you like it?” you frowned (a/n: mean iwa-chan ):<!!!!!!), “i dressed up for you i want you to be my first! i'm in love with you, even though we have only been together for two months i just know we're soulmates!”

“i don't know what to say,” he gasped, tears in his eyes, “i would be honored to pop your cherry!”

“i'm so happy!!!” you cheered, grinning as he climbed into bed, making it dip beneath his weight.

his hands felt rough on your skin, making you tremble as he touched you. you were panting and he felt his member get all stiff in his pants at the sight of you losing yourself to him.

(a/n: listen to this while you read (:!!!!)

you whimpered as your bra was removed and he cupped your boobs, massaging the mounds of flesh as you planted beneath him.

“your boobs feel so good, you're so pretty,” he compliments, making your skin flush shyly at the compliment.

“please iwaizumi, i want you so much,” you suddenly begged, your mouth feeling dry as you stared up at him.

“you want my dick?” he asks, eyes lidded, “you want me to fuck you good?”

you nod, feeling your underwear get wet as you dropped into them from arousal. his fingers hooked into the band of them, smiling when you arch your hips to let him pull them down.

you thought you would feel shy but the way he gasped at the sight of your heat made you pause. his eyes were wide and if you looked further you might have seen him drool (a/n; omg naughty iwa-chan!!!!).

“do you like what you see iwaizumi?” you purr seductively, arching your back dramatically to make yourselves look alluring.

“yes,” he pants like a dog, pushing your legs apart so he can get a better look at your glistening flower, “prettiest p*ssy i've ever seen….” (a/n: author-chan is naughty too…..)

“thank you,” you giggled, moaning when he suddenly pulled your flaps apart, licking his lips in arousal when he saw how dripping wet you were.

essence dripped from your honey pot to your butthole. your globes heaved as you panted.

“you're so wet, you want me that badly, baby?” he growls, lowering his face before you have the opportunity to respond before his tongue was fishing through your lips, wrapping his lips around one meaty wing and sucking until you were keening in pleasure.

“mmmmm taste so good, you like the way i eat you out?”

you can't respond, tossing your head back and grasping his hair to keep his mouth attached to your sex. he moans, slicking his tongue over your rock hard pearl, eyes rolling back in his head at the sound of your moans.

your vagina was so juicy, leaking slick against his chin.

“so yummy,” he sighs, mostly to himself, “i want you to cum, can you do that for me?”

you nod and arch your back, grinding your hips against his mouth until you cum.

he pulls back, licking his lips. “you ready for more?”

“yes please, daddy!!!” you scream at the top of your lungs.

“good girl,” he grins.

you watch as he strips himself, gaping when his penis comes into view. he wraps his hand around the rod, stroking himself to the sight of your shocked face.

“yeah? you like the sight of this nice big dick?” he huffs.

you nod and eagerly spread your legs as an invitation. he situates himself between your legs. he flops his shaft against your womanly core, groaning at the feeling of your wetness coating him.

“are you ready?” he asks, waiting for your consent before pushing in.

your walls stretch to accommodate him. and he keeps pushing until he is as deep as he can go.

he waits for you to adjust before moving. you're a moaning mess beneath him, arching your back and calling his name.

he reached between your legs and scratched your clit with his nail, licking his lips at the sight of discharge covering his scrotum.

“that's it, make a mess for me, you gonna cum?” he asks, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he f*cks you.

“yes daddy!!!” you shriek, trembling on the bed as you cum.

you spurt out cum all over him and he groans at the sight, “yes, take me daddy!!! more!!! i want it so much!”

“you want daddy to fill you up and impregnate you, angel? want daddy to breed your cute little womb up full????” (a/n: ahhhh i can't believe i wrote this!!! >////<)

“yes daddy! please! make me have your babies! i'm so fertile for you!”

“good girl!!!!” he growls deep in his throat.

his pace stutters and you feel his meat stick throb as he spurts a heavy load of man milk inside your burning hot sex. as you both came down, he pulls out and watches with wide eyes as his creamy spunk oozes from your pulsating babymaker.

“wow you did so well,” he praises, “i love you so much”

“i love you too daddy” you giggle, kissing him passionately as the class of 2039 leaks from you.

(a/n: make sure to like and comment if you want part two hehe (((((((: thanks for reading!!!!!!'1)

note: i'm so sorry i promise i'll reward you all with a real fic soon </3 also thanks to @bokutobabie and @bjbex for rick roll bit and the emotional support 😩🤚🏻

seita © 2021 | all content and its rights belong to me. do not modify or repost.

[mistress-of-ward]

Title: Come here baby

Summery: This is a request from the one and only beautiful @daddysgirl657 also want to thank my love @nitannichionne for editing my work.

Warnings: unprotected sex, body fluids, cock warming, rough sex, fluff

Please be sure to hit that like button and reblog, I would absolutely appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Henry Cavill ..... but he does live in my head rent free, no complaints he's pretty good. I do not own the gif nor this divider I found it on pinterest from @myfonts-blog

“It’s clenching,” you breathe as tears come to your eyes. “It hurts...”

“Come sit in my lap...” He says in a low voice, opening his legs slightly. “right here”

You walk to him wiping your tears and start to quicken your step. As you make it you sit on his lap clinging to him.

You whisper the words “it hurts” over and over again in his ear, your hips moving as you speak the words, the more you say the more your body reacts, your hips grinding. You start to thrust as one of your arms goes around his shoulder while the other hand grips his hair. Using that as leverage you ride him harder pushing your clothed pussy on him to rub it fully on his length. You pant and moan as you keep rubbing, each breath a thrust right against his ear, the hot air over his skin. You grip him hard and rough but your movements are smooth as silk. Your legs wrap around him tightly and you move one hand to grip the chair you are sitting on. Holding it tight you use it to keep you seated to help you stimulate your clit. As you move your sex to the left you feel your lip open and you move the other way feeling the same thing. You move left and right, up and down to round and round on his lap, feeling your wetness spread onto your panties. The more you drag your wet slit on him the more you feel your panties being consumed in between those lips helping the sensation of stroking your clit and teasing you with the cloth inside your slit.

He holds you close, his heart racing, watching your agony with intense eyes, feeling your heat even through the clothes. He gets harder, one hand splaying your back the other at the nape of your neck twisting in your hair.

You feel the pull of the cloth partly eaten and fully soaked by your cunt as his hand rakes your hair. He pulls your head back, exposing your neck then you feel his other hand move from your back to the front of your body. His eyes travel down your body and he sees the result of what you were doing, "Fuck, baby,” he moans in a whisper, seeing the lining lost within your lips. He brushes them and brings his finger to the edge of the panty and hooks his finger under the leg opening, running it along your thigh to your crotch. He pulls out the fabric once his finger is at your hood, and lets out a hiss as the scent of your juices meets his nose and his wandering finger meets slickened texture of your folds. He licks his lips as he curves his finger within your cunt, the heat of it makes him moan. It radiates on him and surrounding his dipped finger. “Fuck, kitten, it's been too long hasn't it?" He looks up at you as your head is fallen back feeling him moving his digit in and out of you.

"Yes daddy, I need it please, please daddy," you moan, voicing the feelings of what your cunt wants from him.

"Aw, my sweet," he whispers low as he watches you, but this isn’t about you giving in or disciplining you. This moment is all about him feeding your need of his love, filling you, submerging you in his deep waters-to be taken, impregnated, and claimed all in love. He strokes your back to soothe you.

Lowering your head you see his eyes are on you. Watching his face and seeing his pain only reflects that he knows you feel.

"I'm so sorry baby, I've been so busy I didn't mean to neglect you in all this."

Placing your forehead against his, you close your eyes, moans trapped in your throat as you ride his now still finger. "Its ok daddy I—I understand." You move up and down and his finger isn’t doing it for you, your head falls back feeling his finger flick and curve within you. He places kisses on your neck and decorates it with love bites.

Looking down he watches your juices string on is hand, you move up he sees the clear liquid. Your cunt swallows his finger fully aware that his pussy wants to choke on his cock. He angles his finger as you start to bounce on it, closing your eyes and gripping his shoulder. Your mouth hangs open as your moans fill the room. He knows how and where to touch you. You hear his pants every time you drop your full body weight onto his lap. You feel his heart pound in his chest under your palm as he sees how desperate you are for him. "You want my cock princess ? Hmm? Want daddy to spoil you?" His body radiates heat and desire and it started the moment he felt yours inviting him in.

Nodding your head and feeling your walls clench the moment he mentions his cock.

He smiles looking at you, "I felt that, kitten. It seems like my finger isn't doing it for you."

"If it's all daddy can give I'll take it."

"Tsk tsk tsk," he moves his head to the side, "You think I'd do that to my needy little cunt?" The T was spit out aggressively, "Hmm? To my desperate and cock hungry slut?" He bites each syllable as if annoyed that you don’t think he is willing to give you the world.

"No, daddy, that's not what I meant," you get off his lap and on your knees in front of him. You go to undo his pants shaking your head, "No, daddy, that's not what I meant." He watches you act like you will be punished.

"Hey, I love you."

Your eyes meet, and your own waters. Those words, regardless of how many times you've heard them, still heals and mends all the wounds upon your heart and soul. Slowly but surely he could heal you, his hand cups your cheek and you hold that same hand with yours. Rubbing against it you have a moment looking into one another's eyes, "Please daddy, please?" you whisper.

He touches your face like a feather ever so softly as you both look into each other’s eyes. Then as if coming back to the present he quickly unfastens his trousers and his hand moves to his belt, waking you up from the trance. You sit there watching him unbuckle then unbutton and then unzip. He hooks his thumbs in his pants thrusting his hips up pulling them down to his knees. As he pulls it down he drags his boxers with it, his cock springs free and is at full attention rocking back and forth to a stand still. His long thick rod is in front of you, veins flexing and the skin tight as it is erect, the head darker than pink from the rush of blood.

Your mouth opens at seeing him and without a thought your hand wraps around his cock. He is hot under your palm, breathing shakily at the contact. He chuckles seeing your reaction. "You alright?"

Looking up again at his eyes his smile fades seeing you stand up and ridding yourself of your panties. Standing there in your shirt and skirt you pull the fabric along your knees up slightly to line yourself up to fully sheathe his cock inside your starving cunt. His mouth agape as he widens his legs and moves his hand to grip your thigh. You place your hand on his shoulders to help balance you, bending your left leg his hand strokes you. His hand brushes your knee, shin, moving up to grip the back of your thigh pulling it up and his other hand holds you steady by the hip. His breathing quickens watching how close you are to taking him inside of you as he restrains himself from just pulling you down on him in one swift motion. He licks his lips and tries to steady his breathing. While you are about to meet his head he moves his thumb to your pussy lip. He moves it so there is nothing in the way and no discomfort for you, the heat is felt between the both of you. It's been too long since you've had him pound your sex and as you anticipate the beautiful stretch you bite your lip and whimper. Your body hot to the touch, even your juices don’t cool off being exposed to the air. His head now meets you and he won’t stop looking but for you the angle doesn't give you that advantage. He watches his head push apart your inner lips and you moan at the sensation of his warm skin meeting yours. Feeling him split you apart you hear the wetness of your sex as his head moves in and out.

You both moan at the sensation of finally meeting, the heat of your sex surrounding his cock. His head falls back but he wants to watch what you're making him feel, "fuck" he breaths. Forcing himself to keep his eyes on your center feeling the warmth of you around the head of his cock. Thrusting in and out becoming more deeper feeling your walls spread but still so damn tight. His chest heaves and you cry out while he works to be fully inside you, his hands gripping your hips. The delicious force of him spreading you makes you wet, he feels your juices close to your cervix as his head meets it. Dipping his head over and over again at the lake hidden within you he can spread your waters all against your walls.

Hearing your juices and feeling his cock become wet with it is making you more excited. His hands hold you but not to keep you still, you start to bounce on him.

"Fuck, oh look at you go kitten, yes, yes just like that," you start to grind down on him and he lets out a loud groan, "OH!!!"

You both pant and moan in between the feel of each other’s bodies becoming one and lost in desire. Knowing what is needed for the other and working to meet it comes so naturally to you both. He starts to pull and push your hips as you grind on him then he pushes up finally bottoming out. "Oh, daddy fuck!"

Holding onto his shoulders biting your lip you look down to him. His eyes are blown with lust as his hands snake up to your breasts squeezing them then pulling it open breaking the buttons off your shirt. They fly everywhere from the force of his action, making you moan and causing your core to pulse. He moves the shirt off your shoulder to your elbows. He now has your breasts pushed together and he starts to snap his hips up causing your voluptuous breasts to slightly bounce out of your bra. Your nipples peek through at him teasingly and you watch his gaze become intense. "So beautiful love, absolutely gorgeous."

Acting as if he is jealous of anything touching your flesh, he takes off your shirt and pulls down your straps, settin your breasts free. He plays and squeezes your nipples in between his fingers, his arm going around you to pull you closer. He holds one breast, sucking on it and swirling his tongue in the same motion he grinds his cock inside you. Such an amazing feeling of being moved from within and feeling him upon you, you surrender your entire being. He's going to make your body scream out yes and you will be begging him for more. Feeling so much around you it's hard to think, but your body knows what to do. His eyes closed shut as he lavishes your breasts he nips your nipple causing you to hiss. Your head falls back and you arch wrapping your arms around his neck holding him against you. Gripping your shoulder and the other around your waist he pistons his hips up. Feelin him driving his cock to rub against your walls touching every part of you and even deeper, his head hitting your cervix, makes your eyes roll close. You moan his name, "Henry!" over and over again as he pants breathing hot air onto your skin.

Standing up from the chair he lays you on the desk and you are already clinging onto him. The motion of his movements don't faze you, still lost in all he's making you feel as your back meets the wooden surface.

Looking down at you his eyes reflect his words, "you mean everything to me."

As he speaks he pushes and pulls his cock within you like the moon does with the tide of the ocean. You stroke his face softly as you gaze up at him overwhelmed, all you can do is pull him down and passionately kiss him back. He moans into the kiss and grips your hips starting a menacing rhythm, you claw his biceps feeling his cock still stretching you. Trying to keep up with him kissing you while taking his relentless thrusts your mouth stays open panting with each snap of his hips. His hand moves in between your bodies and he touches his cock with his thumb lubricating it. Wetting his thumb he rubs your clit perfectly, making you arch and moan out.

"Such a good little slut, taking my cock so well." His words send chills all over your body and your cunt quivers as heat spreads all over. Your head moving side to side, your raise your legs to your chest then you grip your inner thighs keeping them there. "You love it when I fuck you like this huh? So needy, so beautiful, and so mine."

He moans feeling you get close to your release. His hand grips your throat and your eyes leave his to look down at where he is ruining you. You watch your cunt choke on his cock as juices cover it like saliva from your mouth, glistening and showing you how there is no shame letting him know that you are his little slut, owned by him. Listening to beautiful his words as they fill your mind then flow in your veins as it beats through your heart, but the one that now is captured by you is Mine. His hand grips your throat and you look at him tears falling from your eyes then down to where he is ruining you. Watching your cunt choke on his cock as juices cover it like saliva from your mouth. Glistening and showing you how she has no shame letting him know that she is owned by him she is his little slut. Starting to squirt out as your walls tighten down around his cock, you scream out his name as you cum. "HENRY!”

He doesn't stop rubbing but he slows down his thrusts, keeping them strong and causing you to bounce. Luckily his hand is still on your throat keeping you in place, you stop breathing and your back arches as your legs spread.

Your pussy soaking wet and you can hear his thickening cock come close to release and you breathe in, "Cum with me daddy, please daddy." He starts to move faster again. His brows furrow running to catch his release and fill you with it, as you are about to run into yours. Screaming out, you moan and cum around his cock again, but he isn’t there yet, "I said to cum with me" you whine.

He looks down and smiles at you, "You never said when," and he brings you closer again.

Your breathe hitches getting lost in the sensation of what he is doing to your body. You scream out gripping onto him as he pistons into you, feeling yourself gush around him making him slow down. He wants to touch you in places deep within you desiring to merge not knowing where your bodies end or begin. The intensity makes sweat start to form upon your body. He works you out of love and need, wanting to fill you to the brim.

Digging your nails into his back makes come up on his elbows and arch. Looking down he adorns you with kisses as he pushes in and out in a grind motion. Your head falls back feeling every detail of his cock as he strokes your walls. "That's it baby, oh you look so sexy taking my inch of my cock." Hearing him speak and tell your truth pulls out a moan from you. He's filled all your senses and now all that’s left is to fill you physically. "Such a good girl for me." He stops his hips, his head still in you.

You unintentionally whine as your soaking core is empty, your walls clenching as if wondering where his cock went. He smiles at you as he comes down to kiss you. "I love you," you whisper against his lips.

Keeping eye contact he starts to push his cock into you painfully slow, but for him it was the best. To watch you come undone and to feel it at the same time, no words can describe such an experience. You writhe, pant, moan and then you throw your head back the deeper he gets. Such passion only can compare to fire your bodies fuel, the joining and rubbing is what creates the spark and once it touches your skin it will burn you both alive. Your eyes study his face, seeing the stress of him holding back, veins bulging in his neck as his jaw clenches. Fully submerged inside you he places his forehead upon yours, "I love you too," He pulls back to look into your eyes as if he is asking for permission to empty inside you/

You nod your head, "Cum inside me, please."

Breathing out in relief, he takes a second then hisses in as he grips your hips. Beginning to pound in your pussy chasing his orgasm now you see his agony of his want for you. His head falls back holding onto you probably leaving marks and you scream out yes over and over. He is thickening within you, sweat dripping down his body, you still losing your mind at his pace and strength. "Yes daddy put a fucking baby in me, fuck my pussy up daddy!"

His thrusts get sloppy as he tries to keep them going his moans getting higher and louder as they are filled in more with his voice. His eyebrows furrow right before the tipping point, making him say your name over and over, "I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming, oh fuck I'm gon—" his moan fills the room as he violently fills you. His hips snap into you as he brings his body down on yours, sedated and relaxed he tries to calm his breathing. On instinct you hold onto him and stroke his back with your fingertips and kiss along his jaw line. He shakes with each thrust still coming down from his mountain high climb, both of you panting exchanging words of love and adoration. With little strength that he has left he props himself up on his elbows and kisses you deeply. Reaching into the desk he has now christened he pulls out a little black box, "You mean the world to me," he lets out a breathy chuckle, "I don’t know if this is an appropriate time to do this--I mean, I had a plan--but now seems to be it." He opens it to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring.

You gasp, "omgosh, are you serious?!?!" Your hands cover your mouth.

“We've been with each other for sometime now and I can't see myself without you by my side," he gently pushes wet strands of hair away from your face. Licking his lips, he takes out the ring and takes your left hand, and you quickly give it to him. You both laugh at how abrupt your action was he smiles down,

"Y/n, you mean the world to me and I want to be with you for the rest of life," tears are falling from your eyes and he has some brimming at his lash line. "I promise to keep you safe, happy, be there for you as long as you are next to me, forever."

Wiping your tears away you nod your head yes, "Yes, yes," both of you glowing from the love you just made and now with the happiness of a future together. You both exchange kisses, he chuckles and you giggle, then you both have a moment of silence as if love had taken a form and become a blanket covering you both. "I can't and don't want anyone else but you, Henry." Your lips meet for a slow and sensual kiss then as your eyes fill and hold each other with devotion not wanting to let go.

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