#and then i couldnt get this out of my head :/ :/ :/

[ask-frater-imperator]

// Copia crying himself to sleep to Excelsis thinking about his family and all that he has lost

Uhhhh yeahh

-J.K

[aduckmurder]

When I realize I've been chasing a clone

[ashlovesfood]

Fast & Fucking Furious!

tags:car hood sex, bruce is shirtless, slight exhibitionism, car project, panties, pounding, p v p, squirting, moaning, grunting, your freaky, pounding, sweat, fluids, pet names, cunnie! why is this so crazy? undressing, marks, kissing, abandoned car projects, ff2

Pretty please ash what’s the link?!◎[▪‿▪]◎

୨⎯DO NOT STEAL,COPY,OR PLAGIARIZE⎯୧

Another project Bruce was working on was his cars, he wanted to experiment with one of the engines. He popped the hood of the Chevrolet Camaro and looked at the parts, deciding what to do with it. His goal was to add a new kink to the vehicle, nitrous oxide to boost the horsepower for fun.

The garage was open, showing off all his collected cars parked in a line. Bruce took his shirt off, leaving himself in a pair of jeans as he worked on the car. A bottle of nitrous oxide had to be mounted in the car, somewhere in the trunk or engine. He leaned forward, wondering where to put it. You were working at your job, stuck at your desk typing away. It wasn’t long until you went home, just a few more hours. Your hands cramped from how long you’ve been hunched over, the bright screen burned into your eyes.

Finally, at last, the clock read 5:00. You clocked out of the building and grabbed your bag, headed for your car. The parking lot was sparse, the few cars parked here and there. The door opened with a click, your body slipped into the driver's side. You turned on the engine, the car revving to life as the lights turned back on.

Your phone dinged with a message, Bruce’s contact texting you. ‘Missed call from Bruce’ ‘Are you coming home yet?’ You replied with a quick message, throwing your phone to the side as you drove out of the lot. Bruce took a moment to look at his phone, seeing your message realizing you were coming home.

His torso was covered in dirt and grease, his hands working on the engine to place the gas inside. The plan was smoothly coming along, time ticking with the clouds moving along the sky. You drove into the driveway, seeing the garage open with the show of multiple cars. “Typical Bruce..”

You parked outside the garage, opening the door to get out. Bruce was hidden from the raised hood, his body leaned over as he worked on the engine. “Bruceyyy.” Your shoes pattered against the tile, his head lifting up to look at you. “Bunny.” He was covered in sweat, the shine of his fluids making you distracted. “I, what’re you working on?..”

You tried your best to maintain eye contact, your mind playing a whole film of memories when Bruce dicked you down.

“Just working on a project, nothing serious.” He slammed the engine down, his hands finding your hips as he lifted you up. You were now sitting on the hood, caged in by Bruce’s meaty frame as he towered over you.

“Can’t stop looking huh?” Maybe, it was obvious. Your thighs clenched together, your face dusted with a slight red. “Uh, maybe…?” Bruce grabbed the fabric of your shirt, ripping it open as buttons flew all over. You gasped, the air hitting your skin as he played with your bra. His fingers were delicate with you compared to the car, his eyes drinking in the sight. You leaned against the hood, hands propped up trying to not slip.

“Bruce..! Not here-..” “Was thinking about fucking you on this car, couldnt get it out of my head.” He slid the top down from your shoulders, the bra covering your chest as the air hugged your skin. Bruce leaned in, biting the crook of your neck as he left a large bite mark. You were whining, legs wrapped around his waist as he licked your earlobe, sucking on the delicate skin. He broke away, a string of saliva connecting from his mouth to your ear.

You, however, wouldn’t leave him hanging. Your hands gripped his shoulders, teeth nibbling on his collarbone, small red and purple marks left behind. Bruce was groaning, leaning into your touch as he grinded against your clothed pussy, the air filled with bunny fucking energy. The garage was still open, the possibility of someone being able to look in making you more aroused.

You feasted on the way Bruce’s skin looked, all marks and bites made by you. He kissed you, clashing with teeth and tongue as you held onto his neck. He undid the clasp of your bra, the flesh bouncing out as your nipples pebbled. “So soft, and bouncy for me, I can't get enough of you..” Bruce grabbed one of your nipples and popped it into his mouth, suckling on the bud like a newborn.

You were trembling with pleasure, waves of desire coursing through your body as he continued his attack on your chest. He moved off on to the other nipple, hand fondling the lone one to give it attention. “Brrucceee!” That’s all it took for you to cum, legs clenched around his torso as you grinded against him, slick creating a wet spot on your panties. “Fucking little minx- grinding against me while I lick your boobs, huh?” Bruce wasn’t any better, his dick begging for attention while he focused on your pleasure.

You moved your hands down towards his jeans, unzipping the zipper revealing his boner hidden by his boxers. You freed his cock, his tip hitting his bellybutton with a loud squelch, the tip twitching.

“Oh shit..!” Bruce pinned you down onto the hood, sliding your pants and panties down in one swift motion. He threw them onto the floor, obsessed with your cute little pussy glistening with juices. “All for me, my good girl. Fuckkkk..” Bruce leaned down, taking kitten licks at your folds teasing you, your back arching. You were shivering, the tiny amount of energy making you frustrated yet fulfilled.

You grabbed his head and shoved him between your thighs, his lips having a sloppy french kiss make out session with your pussy. “Right theree! Oh ‘m cumming..!!!” Squirt, all over his nose, cheekbones and chin. It dripped down all onto the shiny surface of the hood, his mouth curving into a smirk. “Taste so sweet. Like candy.”

Bruce pushed your legs apart, slapping his tip onto your clit. You were buzzing, full of need and horniness that only Bruce could satisfy. His tip leaked with precum, his length being lubed by your juices. It was one big leaky mess, his cock entering your hole inch by inch, your mind focused on the delicious stretch. It was mind numbing, as Bruce moved alllll the way out only to push hard into your hole, your cervix being kissed. You were cockdrunk, your mouth drooling side to side and your eyes rolled all the way back, all from Bruce.

He was mind boggled, the way you sucked him in like a vortex was insanity to him. Your nails made angry red scratch marks on his back, the lines running down his skin making him turned on. “More, oh- give me more angel.” Bruce was plowing into your cunnie, the juices making a puddle below your ass cheeks.

Sweat ran down both your bodies, his hands lifting you up as he fucked you in the air. There was a body print on the hood from you, the combination of juices and sweat left on the surface. His dick was reaching all the way up into your lungs, your mouth opened in a cute ‘o’ as you leaned into him.

“Cummminnnggggg!” Bruce came along with you, balls clenching as he emptied his seed into you. “Gonna get you all swollen with my seed- make you glowing for me.!!” His arms bear hugged you, your body shaking with pleasure as you felt his sperm fill you up. Car project was abandoned after..

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A/N Really tried for this one but idk how to feel.. also went to a party and ended up getting a headache \m/(>.<)\m/

[st4rgiirll]

babysitting troubles.

rafe cameron x babysitter!reader.

this has sat in my drafts collecting dust for months, so i hope you enjoy! im definitely doing a draft clear out so keep an eye out!

synopsis: reader needs help babysitting some kids for the weekend and calls her boyfriend rafe, who as never really been good with children, to come and help wrangle these kids, that for some reason refuse to listen to her, into bed. only for her to find out he's better at dealing with them than she is.

you were exhausted. you love kids, you really do, but boy were they tiring. you'd been running around all day after these kids, trying to wrangle them in for a nap before you went out for the afternoon. these kids were proving this task to be quite difficult.

it was only friday, the parents had only been gone a few hours and yet the way these kids were acting you knew the weekend would be a long one. and god, you were not looking forward to it at all.

"oscar! millie! get back here!" you called after the mischievous twins.

the house echoed with the giggles of the partners in crime, along with the pitter patter of their synced footsteps. you let out a sigh of exasperation, running a hand over your face before walking after the two.

you made it into their shared bedroom, spotting the two. "hey, let's get you to-"

and they made their way back downstairs. you groaned, this was aggravating. why couldnt they just be good kids? you walked downstairs, phone in hand as you debated calling the one person who might be able to help with his authoritative vibe.

on one hand, he might scare the kids into cooperation. on the other hand, he hated kids. he might just completely disregard the message and refuse to come and help.

you argued with yourself in your head until ultimately you decided to call him, resting the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you cleaned up the mess of toys they'd made in the living room. you could still hear them running around and giggling but you were too tired to even begin to chase them again.

"hey, sweetness. how's it-" he began.

"rafe cameron. you need to come over now. i need your help." you cut him off, the stress getting to you.

"why? what's wrong? im out with the guys, playin' golf." he explained.

"these kids will not settle. no matter how hard i try, their parents told me about their set nap time which was half an hour ago! they just wont settle, they keep running around and i cannot deal right now. i need your help, they need someone with authority and you're the only person i can think of." you definitely over explained but you felt the need to.

"okay, alright, darlin' i'll be over in a minute, yeah? calm your pretty head down." he hums comfortingly.

when the call cuts off, you let out a sigh of relief. that went surprisingly better than you thought. and so, you continued cleaning the living room as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. before any of your babysitting gigs, you texted your location to him because you never know what could happen and it gave you piece of mind that someone knew where you were.

it only took twenty minutes until the doorbell sounded and of course you bounded up to the door like a kid, almost throwing the door off its hinges at how happy you were to finally have some sort of help with these kids.

"you have no idea how happy i am to see you. these kids have driven me near enough mental." you say exasperatedly, immediately ushering him in.

"anything to help my girl out. where are they?" he asks.

"running about the house, somewhere." as if on cue, the twins revealed themselves to rafe's gaze.

they were curious, that much was clear. "who's you?" oscar asks.

"im rafe, what are your names?" he crouches down to their height, though he still was taller than them.

"im oscar, that's millie. she's shy." oscar explains as his sister buried herself closer into his side.

"don't you two have a nap to get to?" he asks. "tell you what, you play for another ten minutes, then you have to go for your naps. how's that sound?"

the twins nodded, ten minutes seeming like forever to them, and ran off to go play in their play room.

"i said the same thing and yet they still only listen to you." you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

"cause you're too.. soft. i mean, you have this vibe that just seems like you let yourself get walked all over. which i know you dont, of course. but it always seems that way. im just authoritative." he grins, wrapping an arm around you.

"hm, thanks. nice to know." you huff, rolling your eyes but still leaning your head against his shoulder.

the both of you sat down on the couch, just soaking in his presence as the both of you spoke and laughed quietly. it wasnt until rafe checked his wristwatch, standing from his seat and walking towards the play room.

"hey, c'mon. times up, nap time." he says, knocking against the door.

"oh, but rafe-"

"nuh-uh, not buts. we had a deal, c'mon out. now." he orders authoritatively.

the twins sigh, walking out dejectedly. rafe and you walk up to their bedroom, standing by their beds.

"rafe.. can you read us a bedtime story?" millie asks in her meek voice.

"uh, i dont- i mean, y/n would probably be a better pick for reading-"

"no! we want you!" oscar joins in, and that's when rafe's resolve diminished.

he sighed and picked a book to read. almost immediately after he began reading, the twins were snoring away. it was uncanny really. how easily he put the twins to sleep, mirroring how easily he could put you to sleep. not in a mean way, mainly in a comforting way.

he soon put the book away, tucking the twins in and closing the door once finished. you grinned, looking up at the man you've known longer than you havent.

"you'd be an amazing dad, y'know that?" and that was the first time you'd actually managed to render the poor man speechless and flustered.

[littlevenicebiatch]

What if reader got their period and having a meltdown and when I say meltdown I mean everything.

Triggered from the hormones, work, maybe some problems with friends and/or family, the cramps and backpain, their favourite shirt is in the washing machine, the apple is sour, one of the boys blocked the bath just a minute too long and someone ate the last chocolate bar.

Now it's just crying, shaking, horse voice but still talking (talking means only the vowels come out) , the boys tring to comfort them but every touch is too much, even the shirt and sweatpants they're wearing feels uncomfortable.

They feel everything; their skin, their heartbeat and everyting's too loud.

Totally not self-indulged and didn't happen to me just last week

I love this idea, thanks so much

You were sitting on the floor of the hall in front of the bathroom, hugging your knees, crying. You heard steps approaching and someone knelt down beside you. "Hey lass, you allright?" It was Soap and he seemed very concerned for you.

"Noo" You replied while sobbing. His big hand slowly carassed your arm, before he stood up again. "Well, uhm, I'll get Simon, okay?" You only managed to nod. A few seconds later you coud already hear him running down the hall and sitting down beside you. "Darlin, whats wrong? Talk to me." His thick accent was so familiar and somewhat comforting. You looked up, your mascara smudged from all the tears. "I'm on my period." "Oh" He said rather akwardly, but you interrupted him before he could even say anything else. "And we are out of icecream and someone is in the bathroom, I am filthy and my eyeliner is gone now.."

You sobbed again and rested your head against his chest. "Oh, sweetie, I am so sorry." He whispered in your ear. "Look, how about I order you some frozen jooghurt, you love that right? And I will kick out whoever is occupying the bathroom." You couldnt really speak, sobbing again, so you nodded slowly.

Thirty minutes later you were in the bathroom, Simon standing behind you. "Uhm, Dalring, I should probably leave, huh?"

"No" You whispered. "Stay with me." Simon nodded. "all right." He removed your shirt and pants, then he slowly removed your bra, it wasnt sexual at all, it was caring. He took of your period underweard and helped you in the tub. "Can I, ya know, wash ya?" He asked, kind of lost. "But the blood, its disgusting." Simon chuckled lowly. "Dalring, I kill for a living, I am not afraid of a little blood."

So he wshed you, he put soap on every part of your, his hands were firm but carefull on your body. Afterwards he dried you off, Simon put you in one of his shirts and put on fresh period-panties. Lastly he put you in sweatpants.

Now, ten minutes later you sat in your bed, in Simons lap, eating your favourite frozen-joghurt while he brushed your wet hair. "Feelin better, love?" "Yes, thank you Simon." "Anytime"

[bonniesbluee]

dilf!art x stripper!reader pt1 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

the first time he saw you he was hooked.

patrick had dragged him to a club after his retirement and divorce with tashi. he was hesitant on going, but he had been rotting in his house, alone. you were basically naked. thong not covering your ass at all, your top piece couldnt even contain your breasts either. your face had glittery make up that make you shine.

but what specially caught his eye was the man you were ontop of. he was ugly. ugly and he could tell he wasn't going to give you good money in exchange of your dance.

he turned to look at patrick but he was already getting danced on by another girl. he sighed, walking towards you. he was nervous, he didnt want to seem like a pervert, even tho he was going to basically give u money for a dance. he gently tapped your shoulder, gulping as your turned around to face him.

you had to tilt your head slightly to look up at him. you were surprised, very. he was tall, broad shoulders, neat button up, a gentle smile on his face. and the most important of all, he looked like he had alot of money. you smiled back, "yes? how can i help you with?" you said in the voice you use with all your costumers. except now your voice was sweeter. he was handsome and looked like he had money? yeah. he was your costumer. you

"i-i um-" he sighs, slightly embarrassed at his stuttering. "how much for a dance?" he mumbles, and you giggle. "that depends, clothes on or clothes off?"

his eyes widen slightly, he looks back at patrick and that's when he realizes the girl ontop of him is naked except for a thong. "oh um," he responds before taking out $400. "clothes on."

your eyes widen slightly, "it's usually only $200 i dont need-" "take it," he insists, softly grabbing your hand and placing the 4 hundred bills in it. you looked so beautiful in the lighting. too beautiful for a place like this.

"okay then, if you insist." you smile softly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to one of the room where private sessions happen, "sit down." you press your hands on his chest, pushing down on the couch.

"so," you hummed as you straddled him. "what you work on?" you tilt your head to the side, grinding on him softly, hair falling to the side to reveal your neck.

his chest faltered slightly, you were so pretty, in such a horrible place. he could easily 'save you'. get you in his house, spoil you, treat you like you deserve. "i-im a retired tennis player." he mumbles, your eyes widen slightly as you realize. "no wayyy, you're Art Donaldson?" you giggle, smiling even more as you feel his hands shyly touch your thighs.

"yeah. in the flesh," he chuckles, gently caressing your thighs. "whatcha doing in a place like this, Mrs. Donaldson?" you tease. and god, he wishes he had the balls to ask you the same question. "me and my wife got divorced a few months ago, my friend thought going out would be good for me."

"divorced, huh?" you gently rubbed your chest against him before getting off him. "well, since you paid such a generous tip, i dont mind breaking a few rules for you." you winked, slipping your thong down to your knees.

he wanted to stop you, but he wanted it. plus, he could be one step closer to convince you go to his house. not for sex, but for you to experience how to be truly taken care of.

you pressed you ass against his groin, grinning as you arched your back and grinding against him at a measured pace. his hands gently grasped your hips, after a few seconds he stops you. "d-do you want to go back to my place?" he mumbles.

he can already imagine you, sleeping in his shirt, getting held in his arms as you sleep peacefully in his big bed. away from the men in here, away from all the perverts that want to put their hands on you. he doesn't know why he feels a big sense of protection over you, he just does.

"um what?" you laugh nervously, turning to look at him with raised eyebrows. ah, right. "ill give u another $500 dollars if you go to my place." he frowns very slightly. "1k. if you go to my house."

after a few seconds of thinking about it you nod. "yeah, yeah sure."

he lets out a sigh of relief as he stands up, even tho he knows you're mostly doing it for the money. his hand wraps around your waist and he pulls the thong back up. "ill see you outside, yeah?" you nod. gulping as his big strong hands give your thighs a little squeeze.

he walks out, and you're left standing alone with a tinge of nervousness and also a tinge of excitement. biting your bottom lip, you scatter out of the room to your locker to change.

[middle-earth-marauder]

Headshot redesigns (lineless and lined cause i couldnt decide which i liked best) and a new AU!! wooooo see, I've been working I ain't been slacking lol BOO! KNUXADOW BE UPOON YE (and pure chaos/hyper shadow 👀)

(knuxadow nation WILL YOU ACCEPT MY FRIEND REQUEST I HAVE SO MUCH SHIT IN MY HEAD FOR THESE TWO I NEED TO GET OUT DESPERATELY-)

[nagitosstolenhand]

[teethshank]

The mother bamf carries his bamflings around on his back to keep them safe

[kirpichq]

🤨 😰👉

[charliebot-art]

sorry i haven’t posted anything to this account in a william years have some texaid 🤲

[time-woods]

you cant tell me he wasnt holding back any comments

[futuristichedge]

Once again drawing Sonic characters as tumblr posts

[srapsodia]

Ask prompt: 82 with Karasuno boys driving for the first time after getting their license with their teammates along for the ride....to varying degrees of success lol

82: one driving, other passenger

Asahi's first time driving the team around!

[princescar]

DEAD OR ALIVE

[lagergirlie]

"let a thousand pikmin bloom, s'far as I'm concerned! But I ain't spendin any time on it. Because. In the meantime, every three months, a castaway is torn to pieces by a bulborb in blossoming arcadia."