#I need him so bad it's not funny anymore

[hoffmansgirl]

UGH!!!!!!!!! excuse me 😔😔‼️‼️‼️🎀 he's just a babygirl

that should be me holding ur hand.. . ..

the sooner he realises that the better 🙂↕️

[sillylittlegay]

For anyone wondering, I am currently online dead because I'm playing Resident Evil 6!

I'm nearly through though and Dilf Leon has taken over my brain (currently playing Adas campaign (the hardest one I feel like)).

So take this little blip of me being a fucking simp;

Re2 Leon as we all know is a cutie, he talks a LOT and definitely is nervous as shit everytime he has intimacy with anyone.

Re4 Leon is experienced, talks less, but is LOUD. This man doesn't care whether or not there's a whole team outside, he'll be loud enough to wake up the neighborhood with his whines and moans.

Re6 Leon? Oh this man is a fine wine. He takes things slow and he's MEAN. Really, really mean. He's all for pleasing his partner but he will deny an orgasm until he feels like his partner has had enough (which he doesn't think for a LONG time).

Also I totally think Leon, in all stages, can be a bottom. The older he gets the more he enjoys being a top but honestly? He lives for pleasing his partner and will do whatever you want him to if you ask nice enough.

And honestly, he's a brat.

This man will test limits and he WILL annoy you a bit, but it'll all be worth it.

[scoliosislouisdulac]

also it must be said. john turturro can i PLEASE bounce on it just once

[hoffmansgirl]

WOOF WOOF YES && offtopic i need to lick & bite & suck & kiss every single part of his perfect body rn

your honor, if it pleases the court, i’d like to suggest that nicholas 10000% should get NEEDS a hoop nipple ring!

[klintoris]

Jorking it to schlatts new video, oh my glob.

[fortheharbingers]

caleb thoughts (loosely on trying to make him fit & first time) on the mind... minors do not interact !!!

caleb helping you prep and stretch before your first ime

though you do feel a tad weird, it doesn't come off as condescending. just a pang of insecurity sweeping over at your lack of experience, how even now you're still that little kid.

he takes his time with you, mouth on you for more than you can count, the wet of his tongue spreading a cold sensation over your body, how he touches you down there with lithe touches and you feel chills down your spine from his fingers- rubbing your thighs together and trying to push him away with a yelp, mumbling about the cold and he chuckles, just how adorable you are.

it goes for so long you've forgotten what was supposed to happen, that this is just the warn up to the real thing. you feel spent already, cummed too many times for your body to catch on, you feel dizzy, barely here, eyes locked onto his face but there's nothing else between your eyes, not a single thought left forming.

caleb is caring, always have been. with your best interest in mind, he wants your first time to be perfect, to be easy, enjoyable. he wants you to feel that stretch, your bodies adjusting to each other in perfect unison, how you'll wrap around him and his dick will twitch inside of you in return. two pieces of a puzzle, finally together without a single thing separating the two of you.

by the time it comes down to it, you don't even register, nor have you considered the possibility that he'd be big too. sure, it was to be expected from his frame and height, even from the bulge you could make out on the days he wore sweatpants but seeing him in all his naked glory, red and painfully hard at the sight of you, for you, you feel something in your chest- there is excitement that comes with the fear of barely having him fit inside of you, how he'll maybe bruise your cervix in the process, you lick your lips without even noticing, how he might not even manage to bottom out the first time, that you'll feel his presence in you for days after...

while your mind runs a thousand ways, countless ways you'll have his mark on you, he watches your lips glistening with your spit, how your breath hitched when you took a good look at him and ran your fingers through his lenght, from the hazy look you were wearing to your now-dilated pupils, how your hair stands on end- skin prickly and cold as all blood rushes down to your groin and the sight of your nipples hardening.

caleb is a patient person, or tries to be, when it comes to you. however long it may take, he'll make sure to take his time with you.

[biggestsimponhere]

“I'd never sing of love if it does not exist, but darling, you are the only exception”

Once again this man is so hug shaped and i need a hug

[wearysparrows]

the way Caleb is ready to be married literally this instant

[meerkatzthings]

the fact that i’ll actually never be able to have matt fuck me makes me sick to my stomach at least twice everyday 😞🙏🏽

you’re telling me i’ll never know what this man feels like?! i’m sick.

[scientia-sapientia]

I have to admit something to you guys

I want him so bad it's physically harming me

[idontcare4urmom]

so um,this was my EXACT reaction upon seeing this picture 😊🙏🏻 SLUT,SLUT,SLUT

[moodstabilizr]

yall…..

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[catscidr]

i woke up and got possessed by the urge to write the smut i wanted to ramble about yesterday. i have nothing else to say. you cant blame me for any of this. it was inevitable.

cw shameless smut, dottore x afab reader, brainrot rambling. he uses his fingers for a good cause °ᗜ°

working overtime was a chore. your bosses expected you to stay after hours to work on documents meant for the next day and you’d get judgemental looks if you didn’t stay in the office longer than you needed to. unfortunately for you, the knowledge that they might think lesser of you for not doing overtime was enough for you to stay.

apparently not many people shared the sentiment though, because when you finally look up from your computer screen to stretch your aching muscles, you’re met with deafening silence– aside from your shoulders cracking.

which isn’t to say that no one is in the office besides you, either. but you doubt zandik stayed behind because he cared about the managers judging him. he always seemed to move along his own schedule, placing more importance on work than relationships with… anyone. granted, it’s not like he was ecstatic to work at the office, but he was naturally good at whatever job the boss gave him. to other people it looks like he works hard, but really, he’s just doing the bare minimum. you don’t want to think that people are too dense to notice it, but at the same time you can’t really blame them; it’s not like it’s normal for overworked office employees to notice such little details about a coworker that doesn’t care for them.

though, ever since you and your cubicle neighbor got told off by the man himself, you’ve found yourself looking for him in crowds. when you take the subway on your way home you try to spot his icy blue hair amongst the sea of suits and blazers, when you attend office-funded outings at the bar you hope to find him sipping on the cheap beer they provide, and even now you’re subtly trying to catch a glimpse of him in the dim lighting of the office. your efforts usually end in failure, unfortunately- but not this time.

you always expect to see nothing but tired businessmen and women cramped in the subway, to see the same faces you greet every day of the week downing that cheap beer, and to see a myriad of black screens in the office.

you didn’t think you’d meet his gaze as he walked out of the boss’s office, completely inconspicuous but still harbouring that same aura of suspiciousness.

“you’re still here?” you ask before you can stop your lips from moving. sure it was currently three hours after hours, but speaking so informally to a senior could bode poorly for you at any time.

thankfully, he just chuckles as a response. but you notice how his lips immediately tilt back down to their original resting state, the lighting making it look like he’s scowling down at you.

“i had to take care of some personal business,” he says plainly, not elaborating further (and you think he would avoid doing so even if you asked). you nod, glancing down at your uniform to smooth it down nervously, suddenly acutely aware of how tired you must look. “well i hope you were able to take care of it without a… hitch,” you cough awkwardly.

sure you knew zandik well enough to not call him a stranger, but recently it seems like he’s been spending more time in your head than in the office. you blame his mysterious and brooding personality. “i understand why authors like to write mysterious love interests in their romance novels…” you think offhandedly, for no reason at all whatsoever.

his footsteps pull you out of your daydream, right before your mind drifted off to not-so-professional thoughts. pulling the rolling chair out from under the desk, zandik takes a seat next to you, crossing an ankle over his knee. you shuffle away to give him some space (to politely accommodate his long legs or to stop yourself from pouncing on him, you wouldn’t be able to tell).

“i appreciate the sentiment. but why are you still here? you work efficiently, i doubt you’re so behind schedule that you need to stay in the office for this long.” the words that leave his lips entrance you– the slight drawl, bordering on seductive, makes you swallow the saliva in your mouth. you shake your head, humbly dismissing his praise (though your brain buzzes at what else you wish he would say).

“i just had to take care of some… things,” you respond awkwardly, fidgeting with your fingertips as you avoid looking into his carmine eyes for too long. he hums, placing down the file he had been carrying around on the desk to cross his arms over his chest, expression unreadable aside from the corners of his lips tilting up ever so slightly.

“right. things,” he says, his tone deep, rumbling in your chest as your heart hammers into your ribcage. you’ve talked to plenty of coworkers over your time working here, but none have made you break a sweat from their mere presence.

“h-haha, yeah, things. um, how have you been? i want to apologize again for the other day, we really didn’t mean to pry into your personal life, we were just-“ zandik makes a tsk noise, “concerned for my wellbeing, of course,” he finishes. the ghost of a smile he wore vanished, leaving you with a feeling of dread and anticipation. “you’re not the only one looking out for your coworkers though, sweetheart. you don’t look too good yourself,” zandik says, raising a brow at you. you were all but shivering under his gaze, brows stopping the sweat that had started building up on your forehead from getting in your eyes. if anything, you looked worse than him. you barely register the pet name before he speaks up again.

“we can’t have you overworking yourself too much, can we? you’re one of out best employees,” he says your name softly, practically purring. the same thing you felt that morning came back tenfold– though this time you couldn’t possibly leave for a bathroom break to take care of it.

zandik approaches you like a wolf does with a rabbit, slowly and quietly, to reduce the chances of you fleeing the scene. he gets close enough that his knee almost grazes yours.

“what kind of senior would i be if i just let you go without offering any kind of help?” you knew it was a rhetorical question and he wasn’t expecting an answer, but you still try to muster up the courage to say something, anything.

“is there anything i can do to help?” he continues, tone sickeningly sweet, practically foreign on his tongue. but the more he speaks, the more you feel your resolve melt, the more he pushes your buttons until-

“you’re not very good at being subtle,” he whispers, placing the tip of his shoe right up against your clothed core. you keen, legs widening as if on autopilot, but back away into your chair to flee from the sinful sensation. his lips stretch into a grin, the same expression you played on repeat in your mind when you got off a night ever since he confronted you and your coworker.

“don’t run away now. your body is practically begging for me to touch you,” he coos, extending his slender leg to press his polished shoe right up into you again, pulling a whine out of your lips. you lick your lips and swallow the lump in your throat, scrambling to say something to save your dignity.

“y-you don’t know that. are you a… doctor or something?” you huff, trying to steady your breathing. he slides his foot up and down your panties, pencil skirt riding up the more you widen your legs. zandik laughs under his breath, eyes narrowing at you for a split second.

“yeah, i am. that’s what i do as a second job. i run an underground hospital and run unethical tests on desperate patients.” the words roll over you like drops of water on a chinchilla– even if you did listen to him though, you wouldn’t have believed him. “that’s why i can tell that your heart is pounding. that’s why i can tell that you want this,” he coos, leaning forward ever so slightly. you buck your hips unconsciously, chasing the feeling he oh so graciously was giving you.

“that’s not- mngh, ‘m not a pervert,” you whimper, throwing an arm over your eyes to hide your lewd expression. zandik only laughs at you, pulling back to stand up and lean over you, his lips right next to your ears.

he places a hand on your thigh, the other going between your legs to rub at your drenched panties. “oh but you are. getting this wet when i’ve barely done anything to you,” he purrs, middle finger gliding up to tease your clit. “just want me to take you right here, huh? my my, you’re so desperate.”

if you hadn’t taken care of your needs you would have come already, but even then you were still teetering on the edge of an explosive climax. his calloused, slender fingers slide up and down, teasing your clothed hole as it flutters around nothing. you try to close your legs to keep his hand steady but he swiftly brings one knee up to rest on the chair, keeping your legs spread. zandik takes ahold of your wrist with his free hand and pulls your arm away from your face as you turn your head away to hide.

“oh no you don’t,” he hisses as he grabs your face with one hand, cheeks squishing together to turn your head back to face him. “you’re going to look at me when you come.” your eyes flutter, thighs twitching as the coil in your lower abdomen threatens to snap. your gaze flickers down between your legs to watch his deft fingers toy with you, then drag up to look at the tent in his slacks. zandik tightens his grip on your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“are you fucked dumb already? i said don’t look away,” he hisses, eyes narrowing at you as he pulls your ruined underwear to the side to slide two fingers into your cunt. you squeal at the stretch, but you were so wet that you didn’t feel more than a pinch before you started moaning freely again. his thumb rubs tight circles over your clit as his middle and ring fingers pump into you earnestly. he curls them up to prod at the spongy spot inside of you, and your eyes roll back momentarily from the sensation.

“come on, i can tell you’re close sweetheart,” he coos, lips ghosting over yours, just away from reach. you whine and moan, hands gripping his flexing forearms as you feel your body lose control.

the sound of your pussy squelching in the otherwise quiet office throws you over the edge, your vision going white as you just barely make out zandik’s face while he makes you ride out your orgasm, adding a third finger inside of your cunt to stuff you full. all of his fingers stop but his thumb, still rubbing your sensitive clit as you twitch and jolt in pleasure.

“thaaat’s it, that’s my girl, ride it out,” he purrs, grinning down at you with a smug laugh. “took me so well,” zandik praises, curling his fingers up inside your used cunt. you thrash weakly, letting out a muffled ”‘s too much”. he continues for a few seconds before letting go of your face and pulling out his fingers slowly, looking down to admire the slick covering his hand.

“mmh, made a mess. gonna clean it up?” he asks coyly, bringing his hand up to your lips. you waste no time to lick it off, brows furrowing at the tangy taste. he pulls his hand away to lick it himself, holding eye contact with you as he goes over where you just cleaned him off. a shiver runs down your spine at the sight.

while you shut your eyes for a moment to catch your breath, he grabs a few tissues from the box on your desk and cleans the mess between your legs, pressing down on your aching clit on purpose to make sure you don’t fall asleep. you jolt, whimpering as you glare weakly at him, earning yourself a chuckle from the man between your legs.

“i hope you don’t think this is a one-time fling,” he whispers, tossing the used tissues in the bin under your desk. zandik pulls the edge of your skirt down to cover your messy thighs and straightens up, turning to leave. he palms his bulge, holding eye contact with you as you stare at his hand, feeling yourself get wet again.

“see you tomorrow.”

[klintoris]

Keep going im close….

[lyvhie]

[cowboykento]

you like to tease cowboy!nanami all the time. it's not easy to fluster such a confident, easygoing man like him, but if anybody could do it, it was you.

you send him sneaky little pictures of yourself, either spread open and leaking over your own fingers or flashing him a generous shot of your cleavage.

you know he's out and about on his farm when you send them; he almost always was when he wasn't with you. you know that he won't reply or even check his phone right away, but you're also not surprised when his contact photo lights up your phone as it rings.

you pick up with a cheeky smile, and even though kento can't see it, he knows that it's there.

"such a fuckin' tease, hm, pretty girl? can't even wait 'til i'm done here to play with yourself? go on then, let me hear you make yourself cum while i finish closin' up and come finish the job myself."

(more sfw cowboy!kento stuff on my main blog @chuuyasboots )