#big lathe

[mai-chan12]

Leland Coyle five creepy quotes..the more i play this game the more i realize how creepy this guy really is😭😭😭 It doesnt help that i play as a guy while hes saying this to me😂😂😂😂 (This is my gameplay)

[cantankerouscatfish]

being (partially) in charge of work events means getting clearance to charge Many Dollars to the bossman's credit card, and him going 'yeah it's fine do it.' o_o

[bogkeep]

autism be damned your boy can work a lathe

[villy-woodturning]

Wood Turning - Well this is a big chunk of wood !!!

At this time it was the biggest end grain pieces I ever done on my lathe and with all the crack and allure the hole put some more character I hope you like this video My Year challenge : 100 000 subscriberà so far we are at 56 735 / 100 000 

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[dracula-enthusiast]

i love watching woodworking/resin art videos on youtube uploaded by middle aged dad type of guys specifically. peter brown, sprague woodturning, ben's worx. im so obsessed w them its like watching these guys in their natural habitat

[sureliaindustries1]

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[astrolynnworld]

bondage

pairing: dom!matt x reader

summary: matt has a bondage kink that he wants to try

warnings: smut, bondage, language, oral, degradation, praise, implements of daddy, choking, one use of spit play, rough, love, lust.

pre a/n- this is gonna take me so long to write, watch

word count: 1,603

although it was a few days after christmas, matt told me that he still had a surprise gift for me.

so here i am waiting for him to bring this mysterious gift out

matt comes into the living room with a big box in his hand, and a smile plastered on his face

“oh god” i say out loud as he places the box down in front of me

“open!!” he says excitedly

I get to opening the boxes wrapped in paper.

inside the box i find multiple whips, ropes, and handcuffs

“huh? what the fuck is all this?” i asked confused and unamused

“remember when you said that if there was anything we wanted to try in bed, we can just bring it up to each other with no shame?” he states, implying something bigger

“yeahhh..” i respond

“well, this is kinda new, but I want to try.. bondage” he replies hesitantly

“bondage huh?” i repeat for clarification.

“yeah.. bondage” he says again hesitantly.

“i like the idea of you being restrained, while i am in full control of your stimulation” he continues

“oh..” i say in complete awe

“we don’t have to if you’re not into it I just thought it would be-“

“no no no i’m totally down. I just wasn’t expecting something like this from you.” i interrupt

“when would you want to try something like this?” i continue

“uhm.. i was kind of thinking right now. if you’re down with that?” he asks

“oh! okay yeah.” i reply as i stand up from the couch

i follow him to the bedroom, “this is gonna be interesting” i say with a chuckle

we get to the bedroom and matt starts unbuckling the restraints and attaching them to the bed frame

i stand by an watch the boys plan unfold right in front of him.

he gets up off the bed, “strip” he demands

“why don’t you take them off for me” i look up at him with my seductive eyes

he smiles and comes in close to kiss me

he strips me down to my underwear and bra as he continues kissing me

he sits me on the bed starts undressing himself before making his way back to me

he starts kissing up and down my body making my way to my pussy.

he takes off my underwear and starts lathing at my clit

licking up and down so slow and gently.

he takes his hand and starts using his fingers to circle my clit as he licks up and down my pussy.

“fuck matt, your tongue feels soo good. please don’t stop” i moan and buck up into him

he now takes his hand and uses the wet coat of my juices to slide into my hole

he uses his fingers to thrust in and outside of my hole while still giving me the oral stimulation on my clit

the combination was overwhelming and i continued to grind into his face until he pulled back

“do you wanna be a good girl baby?” matt asks

i nod my head

“words princess” he states

“yes. i wanna be a good girl daddy” i reply

“well good girls listen to their daddies okay? so you’re going to do everything i say correct?” he issues

“correct” i repeat

“good girl. now lay in the middle of the bed for me baby” he demands

i do as im told.

he grabs the restraints and starts tying it to each limb of mine.

first the right arm, then my right leg, moving on to my left arm and my left leg.

“there you go baby. all set!” he says as he tightens the last restraint

he crawls on top of me and and starts to tease my lips

he would kiss me once then pull his head back in order for me to fish for more

“baby pleaseee. you know i need you so bad right now” i beg

he lightly slaps my cheek then grabs my throat, “i know you do princess, which is why you’re in my full control”

he leans down to my face while still holding my throat, i can feel his breath on my lips

“so pathetic. i love it”

“stick your tongue out for me princess.” he insists

i can see the salvia leave his lips to make contact with my tongue

“swallow.” he demands

i follow as instructed

“such a good girl for me, my love” he smiles while jerking on his hard dick

he starts to climb up higher to my face, and dangling his cock in front of my face making me go cross eyed

“you look so dumb underneath me like this” he smiles

i stick out my tongue and lift my head up as far as it can go so i could reach his cock with my mouth

“aww is my little slut struggling to get my cock? does she want me to make it easier for her” he says before inching it closer

still not enough for me to reach. each time my tongue touches the tip, he pulls back a little

i throw my head down in frustration, “please matt. please don’t do this to me” i beg

“tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you” he says

i pick my head back up, “your cock matt. i want your cock in my mouth matthew. i want you to fuck my throat, please” i whine

and with a swift motion, matt grabs my head and inserts his cock in my mouth

he uses his hands to push me back and forth on his cock while he also uses his hips to thrust inside my mouth

“fuck your mouth feels so good” he groans while throwing his head back

“your throat is so tight and warm on my cock.. fuck” he continues

nothing other than the sloppy sounds of him fucking my mouth and his moans can be heard throughout the room

“oh my god you’re such a slut. i bet you like that i’m in full control of you like this right now. i bet you’re so turned on by this” he grunts out

“you like when i fuck your throat when you’re tied up under me with no control? huh?”

“i bet it feels so good to you huh? such a nasty little slut. my slut. my slutty princess who’s such a good girl for daddy.”

all as he continues to fuck my throat

“fuck i’m gonna cum-“ he slows down his pace and pulls out.

i take gasp silently trying to catch my breath and regain air

“as much as i’d love to cum in your pretty little mouth, there’s better holes to work on” matt says before slide back down to my bottom half

he starts using his cock to tease my clit and wake her up from the lack of stimulation in the past few minutes

but doesn’t take long before she’s starts leaking out wet juices again

“so fucking hot” matt exclaims before sliding into my hole

i arch my back at the feeling of his girthy long cock sling inside me

matt’s length never fails to surprise me

he starts off slow with a deep thrust that sends me into a shock every time he pushes himself in

i can feel everything in my body stop when he pushes himself in like this

i don’t even have words for him, i can’t even get to thinking right now it just feels too good.

“you look so brain dead on my cock right now. do you like it when i take care of you like this princess?” he asks

i nod my head

“words princess.”

“nugh- ye- yes matt. yo- feel so f- fucking good ri- right fuck- right now” i try to form a sentence

he bends down and starts kissing me while interlocking my restrained hands with his

“i- it’s n- not fair t- that you g- get to make me f- feel like this.” i whimper out while shutting my eyes

“look at me” he responds

i try to look at him but it’s so hard to keep my eyes open

“look at me or im going to stop”

i try my best to keep my eyes open as he fucks deep into me, picking up the pace

“i fucking love you”

“nhmmm i love you so much matt. fuck” i say trying to keep my composure

“you’re so fucking perfect and you always feel so good”

“there’s nobody better than you”

“you’re so fucking perfect and you’re fucking mine”

“my perfect girl, mine all mine.”

i feel the knot in my stomach starting to untie

“matt im gonna cum.” i say while squeezing his fingers that are still interlocked with mine

“me too baby. just cum with me.”

“cum with me like the good girl you are”

“daddy’s good girl”

i arch my back and fuck myself into his cock for the last few times as i come undone on his cock

he throws his back back as he also releases his high

he brings his head back down to kiss me as we both finish off our orgasms.

“you’re so fucking good to me. i couldn’t have found anymore more perfect than you” matt praises

i blush and smile, “i love you matt”

“i love you more y/n”

matt undoes the restraints and uses a bedside towel to clean up our messes

he tosses the towel in the hamper and proceeds to climb back in bed to cuddle me to sleep.

couldn’t have chose a better life

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a/n- took me an hour and a half but i really love this story so much!! hope you guys enjoy as well

@mattsneezing <3

[jolalibrary]

YOUR TAGS 🥵 MA'AM PLEASE CONTINUE

omg, well, if you insist. for context, @goodwithcheese poll here

javier peña x f!reader

warnings: nsfw. 18+. smut. like actually just filth.

you've made peña make a lot of noise.

the grunts when you've let him fuck you on his desk. papers scattering, burying your own cries of his name against his neck out of fear some poor cleaner will think someone is being murdered.

but then there's the time you corner him in an empty room, desperate for him as much as he is for you, and he tells you "Hermosa, wanna make you feel good", but you're already undoing his pants and getting on your knees. and fuck, that look in his eyes and the moan he elicits when you free him—mouth not even wrapped around him yet.

but, when your lips wrap around his cock, fuck it's guttural. comes from somewhere deep within. it's a grunt and a moan combined, a snarl as you take as much of him down your pretty little throat and handle the rest with your hand. the noises only increase when he opens his eyes to look down at you, spit and his spend collected all over your chin, your skirt risen up to cut into the top of your thighs, fucking eager for him to fill your mouth. you're ruined, a mess, an absolute fucking disgrace but you don't care. not about the way your makeup is ruined; you're likely to need to shower even if he hasn't touched you.

then, there's later. when you've thrown your keys into the bowl, undoing buttons on your blouse as you round the corner to the kitchen. not knowing he's already there, already home, all but surprised to find him waiting, a coffee brewed and already half drunk. but, that's forgotten when your own whimper paints the air, it turning into an oomf when he pulls you flush, mouth sliding over yours with expertise as his fingers dig into cloth-covered flesh as though he wants your body to blend into his.

you whine when he pushes his cock into you, when your back is flush to his chest and you can hear the low pants he's trying to bury and conceal. but you want to hear him, a thing you tell him—practically command, a thing alone that makes him hiss your name into your ear as his hand grasps your hip.

then, you're bathed in moans, wrapped in them, newly baptised in the sounds you're making him make as you clench and tell him how good he feels, how big he is, that you're his as he grunts into your ear, nose against your hairline as he spills inside of you.

but those sounds are different from the ones he makes when his tongue circles your clit. when his mouth sucks and his tongue lathes across your core. when he's pressing fingers inside of you as you arch into him, a curse, cry and whimper of words that somehow make a sentence as he makes you come again. it's only smothered by the noises your body makes as he buries his face against you, as he moans into your pussy, more so when you pull on his hair. when you yank it between your fingers and come, blinded by white as your body tremors and shakes.

but, still, the best noise that you pull from javier peña is the curse-wrapped moan he released when you stripped for him that first time. when you stood in front of him, nervous as fuck and naked.

that one, fuck that one, is burned into your fucking mind.

[soft-persephone]

Summertime Firsts

E // MDNI // WC: 1.9k // smut, oral, semi exhibition kink, nothing too crazy //more Terry // masterlist //

AN: // prequal to my previous Terry fic. A semi origin story of sorts

The first time you got on your knees for Terry, you were anxious. 

Most guys had an expectation of how things would go when girls do this sort of thing and you were somewhat on the more controversial side. 

Sometimes there was an opportunity that would prevent itself to talk about it at the beginning of your relationship, and other times you might hide it for as long as you can or hopefully or pretend your way through it, especially if you knew from the jump you weren’t going to be spending any memorable time with them.

But Terry was your maybe forever guy. You could feel it in your toes all the way to the tips of your ears. 

It’s barely been a month, but you want him around as long as possible. 

“You sure you wanna do this?” He hummed rich and lowly at you. His stormy multicolored eyes swirled into dark hues of grey as he regarded you.

There was only so much time. 

You both were secluded to the semi private corner of shade in your best friend's backyard, Hiding from the cruel unbearing judgment  of the sun as  its invisible heat carried out its silent punishment. The evidence of it was making your clothes stick to your skin, and the dark ring of perspiration that steadily grew on Terry’s shirt around his neck, trickling down his chest as the heat urged to swallow you in the guilt of your malfeasance. 

You clenched your thighs together and suppressed a moan from bubbling its way up your throat, fighting to stay still and quiet, desperate to be good. 

You didn’t know which was worse, the absolute damning way he was looking at you or the sight of his long thick dick in his equally large hands. 

“Ye–”

“I didn’t say you could speak.”

Your tongue darted along your parted lips, the heat was heavy on  your pores. Beads of sweat trickled down your brow, you could feel a drop threatening to fall into your eyes. 

You wanted to wipe a hand across your forehead, but you were frozen. 

Who’s wrath would you succumb to first, the sun’s or Terry’s?

“I’m kidding.” He smirked, flashing his teeth in a  big gummy smile. The action flooded you with a scorching desire, adding to the heat  in the air that willed consume you. What smile that used to fill you with a comforting warmth, now fanned the flames of the unbearable heat that seared every fiber of your mortal being. 

“Come here,” he murmured, sliding his hand to the back of your neck, but you were ahead of him, already moving. 

Fighting back against your nerves, the unbearable heat, Terry’s gaze, you flatten your tongue, taking as much of him as you can in your mouth. You let your hand wrap around the rest, slowly pumping him up and down as you lathe your tongue at the underside of his dick before hollowing your cheeks.

Your glasses fogged, a travesty. 

He was thick and pretty, and you wanted to see all of it.

You bobbed your head slowly, trying to find a way to temper the heat between you, but between how hot his dick was and the heat of your own mouth adding to the budding flame you both were igiting, they fogged worse. 

“Fuck, baby.” His grip on you slackened and he slumped in his seat, causing the tip to hit the back of your throat. 

You made a muffled throaty sound, and he moaned.

You moved your head back, attempting to slide off after the shock, but Terry’s hand tightened on your neck. 

When did he put his hand back on your neck?

“No,” it was a mix between a demand and a plea, “keep goin’.”

Breathing through your nose, you sucked more of him in, so his tip could hit the back of your throat. You bobbed your head slowly. His dick felt heavenly as it slid up and down your throat. Drool, pooled in your mouth, sliding past your lips and down your face, getting all over his dick, his precum not too far behind, putting up quite the competition with your spit.

The sounds of your mouth on his dick grew sloppy and sloppier, but you didn't stop.

“Ah ah. . .” Terry Hissed, “fuck, wait. . .”

You slid off of him with a drawn out slip, unintentional, but he was in too much of a trance to notice. 

“Why’d you stop?” he attempted to scold you, but it came off petulant. 

One hand was strewn across his chest, the other hanging lazily off the edge of the porch chair he was sitting in. His dicked bobbed against hislowly belly, leaking with precum and tinged an angry desperate red. 

You put your glasses on your forehead.

“I couldn't see how pretty you are.”

He rolled his jaw before tightening it and smacking his teeth.

He muttered. It was too low for you to understand. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you leaned in closer, batting your lashes at him innocently as you let your words brush against the sensitive sin of his dick. It bobbed underneath your ministrations.

His gaze didn't change, but you noticed how he dragged a tongue across his lips and swallowed. 

“Put them back on,” he leaned forward, brushing his hand against your cheek, caressing your skin softly with his thumb.

He placed his hand underneath your chin, squeezing hard to make his point. 

Your chest rose and fell heavily as you brought your hands to the handles of your frames and slipped them back onto your face.

“Now, open that mouth back up.” He grabbed himself at the base and tapped the side of your face with it.

You were already opening your mouth for him, but apparently that  wasn’t enough for him. He tightened his grip on your jaw even more as he pushed himself past your lips, pulling your face against him until your nose tickled the hair at the base of his dick. 

He set a rigid pace as he fucked your face. 

“Why’d you go and have to make things hard?” he chided lowly. 

You looked up, whining around his dick because you couldn’t see his face. You couldn’t get a glimpse of his eyes as they surged through a storm of different colors, clouded with the heat of his desire. 

“You pretend to be a brat , but you couldn’t be more of the opposite.” he hummed.

You moaned, breathing through your nose as he wouldn't let up.

“You take. me. so. Well.” he punctuated his words with a harsh thrust into your throat. You squeezed around him, lightly gagging with each one.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

He pulled off, The sound was loud and wet as he dragged himself out of your throat and back to whatever could fit in your mouth. 

With one low drone out moan, he was spilling into your mouth. 

Burning, hot, thick, and wet.

“You did so good for me. You're amazing. Such a good girl.” Terry washed you with praise, but you couldn’t really hear him. 

Too confused on what to do with the cum in your mouth, the sun overwhelming, and the taste on your tongue foreign. 

You were at the housewarming of your bestfriend and her husband. Not, her boo thang as he was once formerly dubbed. 

With a quick thought, you  stretched your body over the edge of the porch and let the hot sticky substance fall from your mouth, spitting out as much as you could,

You rolled your tongue around your mouth, fighting down the taste of the rest of it that lingered in your mouth.

Maybe you’ll get used to it, but today was not one of those days. 

Taking off your glasses, you attempted to clean them with your shirt with the parts that weren’t damp from the heat.

Now clean you turned your attention back to Terry who was suspiciously quiet. 

His usual confident swagger was nowhere to be found.

His eyebrows were wound tight on his forehead, his bottom lip poking out at a dangerously pouty level, his eyes a green and wide with shock that border line horror.

“Is there something wrong with it? Do I need to go see a doctor?” He started worriedly, “does it taste weird?”

“Oh, Terry!” You rushed up to sit beside him. “No. . . no. . ., No,” you paused searching for the right words, but the longer you sat in silence the more he seemed to freak out.”

You wanted to avoid this conversation for as long as possible, so you’d know what to say once the time comes, but the truth is you were never going to figure out what to say. 

“I just. . don’t really. . do that.”

“You mean swallow?!” He looked at you incredulously.

You cringed at hearing him say it out loud.

You exhaled. “I haven't done this for that many guys and a few times I can spit it out without them looking, and then the other’s didn’t really care. Those relationships didn’t last that long either, so its not something that’t high on the list of things to change or get over or whatever the fuck.” You sighed again, “it's not a big deal.”

“Well. . .” Terry started in his low velvet tone, “it's important to me.” he ended surely, looking you in the eye.

“It's important?!” 

“Yes, it is.” he said seriously, not at all put off by your outburst as he apparently opened up to you about something important to him and how you were being somewhat dismissive of his vulnerability.

“He pulled a handkerchief out of long forgotten and  since thrown off, linen suit jacket and wiped at your face, occasionally dipping it into a glass of water as he cleaned you up.

“I respect your. . .feelings and. . . experience,” He said tactfully, but there are better ways to bring it up than to spit it out in front of me like you did.” he sighed and adjusted your glasses back properly once your face was clean, “ir hurts my feelings.”

You closed your eyes. 

This could not be real.

“I’m. . sorry if I hurt your feelings.” you opened our eyes, ignoring the anxious urge to roll them and make a joke because it wouldn’t get rid of the tension in any way and just make things worse.

You mutter under your breath how it's usually a dark room in your room for the  first time and he probably never would have noticed if he would have just waited until you were both home. 

Terry narrowed his eyes, letting the comment slide. 

“Look, it's fine.” He said with finality, giving you pause.

You look at him, really look at him.

He brought a hand to your face, caressing your cheek randomly, letting his thumb nick at the corner of your mouth.

“I’ll get you to do it one day.” he said wistfully, his eyes swirling into hues of a blue grey as he looked at you, but not really at you. 

“Terry?” you squinted, blinking. 

“. . .whether you like it or not.” his voice trailed off.

[bbokicidal]

Collars&Bells&Lace, Oh My! | [L.F.]

You make Felix into your pretty little kitten.

Warnings: Men in lace lingerie (oops), collar, nickname: kitten, sweetheart Pairing: Sub-implied!Lee Felix x GN!Dom-implied!Reader Drabble

"Look at you..." Your voice trails to a softer tone the more you speak. The sight in front of you has you almost breathless, the backs of your fingers brushing down your boyfriend's cheek, tracing freckles that paint his soft skin and tucking long strands of platinum back behind his ear.

Felix's hands slowly fall from the nape of his neck. The pink collar was secured as tight as he wanted it to be, hugging along his throat - snug and causing every small vein around it to gently prod at his skin. With two bells jingling from just beneath the sharpest edges of his jaw and one big ring hanging from the center of the painted leather, it was perfect for him. Simple, sweet; just right for grabbing and pulling him to where you wanted him; Directing him as you please.

Your eyes rake slowly over where he kneels on the floor.

And you swear to yourself he's never looked this pretty. No stage outfit could compare to the white lace garters hugging his thighs, supple skin begging to be bitten as it bulged around the accessory only to lead upward to the matching harness around his thin waist; His cock free with no restraints, leaking as it laid against his stomach only to twitch now and then as it silently begged for attention. No promotional outfits could begin to compete with the pink bralette style top he wore; frills dancing over his shoulders, nipples puffy and poking at the mesh that was supposed to cover him up yet remained perfectly see-through. The stockings? Well, those were his idea.

With your eyes carefully lifting back upwards, your heart swells with fondness and admiration as you find that he's already peering up at you; Watching you admire him as he kneels before your body. His hands slowly meet your thighs, rubbing over the warm skin that seemed to almost swallow his hands. He loved touching your body in general, really, but your thighs made him melt the most; So soft, squishy, warm. Perfect to caress while he had the chance as you admired him.

As your hand slips lower, daring to stray from the dark freckles dancing over his skin, Felix's head turns to meet your fingers. His lips press kiss after kiss to your skin and as your fingertips dance over his bottom lip, he decides to let his tongue do all of the talking. Licking over your fingers carefully and eventually taking two into his mouth to suck on, his lashes flutter as if trying to decide whether to look down or keep his gaze on your own. His tongue lathes along your skin, spit clinging as if it were honey; Sticky and sweet, warm to the touch and dripping from your fingertips.

Felix lets himself pull back slowly when you remove your hand from his mouth, never bothering to wipe it clean before placing it back on his skin. He melts into the way your palm caresses over the sharp angle of his jawline, head tipping almost cutely to meet your touch as he would every single time. Dark eyes lifting back to meet your own, he finds you closer than before - Leaning down to be closer to where he sits in wait.

"I'll have you purring in delight by the time I'm done with you, sweetheart; Just like the precious kitten you are."

if you read the full thing you should yell at me in the comments to write sub!binnie getting tied up w/ pink ribbon mhm mmm mm mmmm.

[hazbinshusk]

day twenty-three of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: knotting/hand kink (husk x reader)

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You’re breathless, hot and cold all at once, a shudder running up your lower back as you bounce on Husk’s lap, his cock bottoming out inside you. He groans as you grind down against him, his paws large and strong on your hips. You watch as they smooth down to your thighs, long claws encircling the plush flesh and squeezing. They give the barest hint of the promise of pain as the sharp points dig into your skin, and you gasp as the bartender teases his teeth over the side of your throat.

“Husk…” you whimper, eyes rolling back for a moment. He smiles against your skin, rough tongue lathing over the sensitive spot below your ear he knows drives you insane. You reach down to clutch at the back of his paws, fingers tracing the fur to feel the strength beneath. “Fuck, Husk…”

“Feel so good, baby…” he tells you, a purr sounding beneath his words. He bumps his face affectionately against your shoulder, your jaw, rubbing the soft fur between his ears under your chin for a moment before tilting his head back to meet your lips with his. His cold nose bumps against yours affectionately, his warm breath fanning against your cheek as he exhales a moan. “God, you’re gorgeous…”

You cup his cheek in your hand, carding your fingers through the fur there. Husk hums happily into the kiss you give him, his breathing growing more laboured and disjointed as you fuck yourself down on his cock. The barbs of it are swollen and distended, tugging at the sensitive flesh inside you in a way that makes you whine.

Husk’s paw tightens further on your thigh, the other sliding up over your stomach, massaging into the flesh. He cups your breast, catching your nipple between two fingers and pinching. You whine, taking hold of his paw with both of yours, leading it up further, thrilling at the feeling of his claws ghosting against your skin and sliding up around your throat.

His hand is big enough to easily close around your throat, his palm so wide that you’re forced to tilt your head back to accommodate his touch. Husk squeezes your throat obediently and you let out a choking moan, grinding down hard onto his lap. He groans as your cunt flexes around him, cursing as he watches you reach between your thighs to roll your fingers over your clit.

“Fuck, doll…” he hisses, lips glued to the edge of your jaw, loosening his grip on your throat just long enough to let you gasp in a breath. Your eyes roll back when he squeezes again, his wings shuddering, tail thrashing against the mattress behind him. “Shiiiiit, you gotta slow down… I’m not gonna… fuck…”

You shake your head urgently, bouncing yourself on his cock desperately. “Can’t stop… please, Husk… fuck, it feels so good, Husk… I can’t—”

“I need to—fuck, I need to pull out, baby,” Husk groans, his voice breaking as he tries desperately to hold out. You’re so close to release; your whole body is tingling and twitching with it, the fist clutching at your throat making you wonderfully, addictively light-headed. The hand on your thigh slips around to clutch at your ass, but instead of slowing you down it only spurs you on. “I can’t… you need to slow—fuck!”

Your orgasm spurs his, and the two of you moan in hoarse, broken unison. You feel the barbs of his cock lock into you and you gasp, another wave of excitement rolling through you. You shudder with it, and you grind slowly against him as best you can with his barbs pulling at your sensitive inner flesh. “Oh, fuck…”

Husk’s hand loosens on your throat and you clutch at it, urging him to grip at it again. Husk chuckles breathlessly, deliriously, eyes rolling back. “Ease… you gotta ease up, doll… fuck…”

You shake your head again, taking hold of his hand with both of yours. You bring it up to kiss his heart-shaped palm, lips parting. Your tongue slips out to rest against your bottom lip, curling around the dull edge of his claw as you lick up the length of it.

“Oh, fu—” Husk chokes on a curse and bucks up into you at the show. “Ohh, you’re killin’ me.”

You grin, releasing his hand to take his face in his hands. The head of his cock is flush against your g-spot and you feel another orgasm roll through you, and your whole body seizes up with it as you kiss him again. “Me first.”

Husk smiles into your kiss, tucking his wings around you. “Never.”

[moonbeamsandmayhem]

pairing: rockstar!Eddie x fem!reader

warnings: dom/sub undertones, breeding kink if you squint, please let me know if I missed anything

NYE 1993 - 11:55pm, Time’s Square, NYC, Eddie’s penthouse

Eddie is completely drunk on your pussy. Right now, that wicked tongue you love to hate, is currently lapping at the mess along your thighs, slurping at the slick. He hums contently as you twitch with aftershocks within his grasp. Lovingly, tenderly, he kisses your sweet clit, chuckling when you squirm. “Sensitive, sweetness?” Eddie asks, blinking up at you with faux-innocence. “‘M sorry.”

“N-no, you’re not.” You hiccup and he flicks his tongue again triggering a soft hiss from you.

“Am too.” Eddie makes his way up your body, caging you in, his hair forming a curtain around you, framing his face. He was smiling at you, a mix of mischief with a splash of warmth. “So this is how you wanted to spend New Year’s Eve, huh? Could’ve been at a lavish party,” Eddie reaches down between the two of you, guiding his pierced member into your heat, stretching you nice and slow. He groans and you whimper, “But you wanted to ring in 1994 on my cock, baby?”

“Uh huh.” Is all you can muster. Your back arches and he takes advantage of the close proximity to your tits. Eddie leans down, lips pulling at a nipple, nibbling gently, his tongue lathing over the pert bud, before sucking hard. He feels you tighten around his dick and he smirks, his hips finding a steady rhythm.

It isn’t long before he has you screaming, hitting that spot inside you that you can never reach. “Oh, fuck - fuck - fuck - Eddie - fuck!” You’re soaking the sheets beneath you, and if it weren’t for the thousands of people downstairs waiting for the ball to drop and your own howls you’re sure you’d be able to hear the lewd, wet, sloppy sounds from between your legs.

“Aw, look at you,” Eddie grunts slowing it down and making you mewl, “Pretty little thing when you’re all fucked-out.” He glances out the big bay windows, confetti floating by as the crowds excitement begins to swell.

11:59pm

He turns his attention back to you, wrapping a ringed hand around your throat, his thrusts becoming more desperate, the headboard smacking against the wall, leaving a dent without a care.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6 —

Eddie’s other hand grasps your wrists to keep you in line. All the bravado replaced with hunger now, a feral need to make you both cum. He ups the ante, angling his cock in a way that makes you see stars. Your eyes roll back, and your jaw goes slack, on the precipice of oblivion.

5, 4,—

The metal head claims your mouth, swallowing your wails, you can taste yourself on his tongue.

3, 2, 1 —

12:00am, January 1st, 1994

Fireworks explode both outside and deep within your core. You give a muffled cry and he gives a grizzled groan into each other’s mouths as you cum together. You nearly blackout with this orgasm’s intensity, trying to twist away as he continues to thrust through it, filling you up.

After a moment or two, Eddie releases your throat and wrists, opting to kiss your nose which he’s satisfied to see you scrunch. He chuckles softly, pressing his sweaty forehead to yours, deep brown eyes finding your own. “Happy New Year, sweetheart.”

“Happy New Year, Eddie.”

[lipglossanon]

October 27th

Kink: Sex Toys

Pairing: Frankenstein!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, sex toys, monster Leon, scientist reader, removable dick (so heads up lmao), dirty talk, teasing, kissing, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread

He points a discolored finger at the screen. 

“They really never get these kinds of things right,” he blows out a breath of air that flutters his fringe. 

“It’s just a movie, Leon,” you coo at him, laughter in your voice. “Besides, does it really matter?”

“It might,” he huffs, crossing his arms and putting his biceps on display. 

Your eyes rove over his patch quilt body. Some may call you a mad scientist, but you like to think you’re just enlightened. Besides, if you had listen to those ingrates at the college you would never have ventured off to work on your own experiments, stumbling across the greatest scientific marvel of the eons. 

Leon had been hiding away in some dilapidated shack in a forest far from any civilization. He’s stitched together of various body parts, but overall seems to have most of his original body intact. It’s been a learning experience for both of you—one that’s tipped over into a relationship. 

It’s strange, but it works. Not to mention, the fun things you can do with a man whose body essentially functions as sentient body parts. Fidgeting in place, your thighs press together at the memory of last time Leon let you play around with an idea.

You tug on his arm and his attention swings from the tv over to you. Biting your lip, you drag your fingernail down his forearm. 

“Can we?”

His eyes light up and he grins, “Here or the bedroom?”

“Here, please,” your eyes drop to his lap. 

Wasting no time, his hands reach down to undo his pants, shimmying in place until he can kick them off. He’s half hard but quickly fills out, cock stiff and fat as he strokes himself once.

“You gonna work for it?”

“Uh huh,” you nod your head, eyes glued to his dick while he shifts in place.

With another low grunt, he’s able to remove his cock. The first time it threw you off so much, you stopped everything to study how it worked separate from his body. It’s basically a dildo until it’s reattached to his body once more. He can feel a faint trace of pleasure, which you still haven’t figured out how that works, so you cockwarm him often. 

Standing up, you quickly shed your clothes, standing nude in the living room as the tv blares some classic monster movie in the background. Sitting back on the couch, you press your back to the armrest so your body is facing out toward Leon.  

He places his cock in your outstretched hand, hissing when you press your lips to the tip. Lathing your tongue around the head, you suck him into your mouth before pulling his dick put with a wet pop. Dragging his cock down between your breasts, you watch him track the path you take. You slap his thick length against your soaked slit before grinding the head on your puffy clit. 

“Please,” he groans. “Let me see you stuff your pussy full of my cock.”

Whining in your throat, you do just that. Notching the head of his dick at your drippy hole, you slowly push his cock into your cunt. You both moan as his fat dick spreads you open, filling your pussy. You want to tease him, drag out this heavy tension until he can’t take it anymore, but that’s just not possible. 

He feels way too good inside you—and with the way he’s watching, your belly burns hot with arousal, pussy soaking his cock as you pull it back out to thrust it back in deep. 

“Oh fuck, Leon,” you whimper, head rolling back and forth while you fuck yourself on his dick. “You feel so good in my pussy.”

“Fuck,” he pants, scooting closer to you on the couch. “Is that fat pussy having to work extra hard so I’ll fit?”

“Uh huh,” you mewl. “It’s so big.” 

“Yeah? Need some help?”

You really did want to drag it out but—

“Please,” you sigh, pussy clenching around his cock. “It’s not gonna fit.”

“Aww,” he murmurs. “It’ll fit, you just need me to force it in, don’t ya?”

Nodding rapidly, you whine, “Oh god, yes.”

He bats your hand away and grips the base of his cock. Grinding it against your snug walls, he pulls it out, watching your needy hole clench around nothing. Sitting back, he reattaches his cock and then pulls you over into his lap. 

He bullies his cock back into your cunt and you squeal, pussy and clit throbbing at his rough treatment. 

“Ride me, show me how much you love this cock in your tight hole.”

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, hands gripping his shoulders as you hump your pussy down onto his dick. 

You can’t stop bouncing in his lap, fat cock stretching you open so wide it hurts but in the best way. It makes you even wetter knowing your pussy will be sore and achy tomorrow. Shuddering, you drop down heavily, the drippy tip of his dick kissing your womb and making you squeal. 

“Good girl, taking me in so deep,” he grips your neck and brings you in to a messy kiss, tongue lapping against yours.

His calloused thumb presses into your clit and begins to rub in circles. Keening, you claw at his chest, orgasm cresting higher and higher until it finally breaks. You cry out against his lips, pussy clamping down on his cock while your body judders in his hold. 

He doesn’t let up on your clit and it sends white hot zaps of pleasure throughout your body. Leon keeps you bouncing on his lap, fucking his cock deep against your cervix until he finally stills with a loud groan. Gasping wetly, your walls flutter and milk his dick, feeling as he floods your hole with hot, thick spurts of cum. 

Slumping against him, Leon pets your sides and hips, grunting as your pussy grips and pulses around his half hard cock. 

He snorts a laugh and when you shoot him a curious look, he says, “That’s definitely one thing that’s not in those old horror films.”

[brittscafe]

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡

Pairing: Aizen Sosuke x reader

Summary: Aizen Sosuke and reader take a bath together.

Request: Taking a bath with Aizen

A/n: Heyyy! I really enjoyed writing something soft and calm for Aizen, I hope you enjoy! <3

Content: brief nudity, mostly sfw.

Ko-fi link (anything is appreciated <3)

You step into the warm room filled with steam and candles light up around the bathroom. The room is scented with vanilla and honey, a scent that pleases your nostrils.

Aizen is in front of you, bare back and muscles popping out. He turns off the faucet to the hot water, tub full of it and foamy bubbles. You quietly close the door behind you as Aizen turns around and faces you.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to his chest and abs out for view. He clears his throat and your eyes shoot up to his own.

"Sorry," you grumble out as he walks over to you. A strand of his dark hair hangs down in front of his face and his lips twitch into a slight smile for just a moment.

He grabs onto your shoulders, a white robe covering your bare body underneath.

"No need to be sorry for staring, y/n. After all, I know you can't help yourself," he comments teasingly and your face heats up.

"Hey, that is not true," you huff out as he slowly takes off your robe off your shoulder. The loose robe drops onto the ground, leaving you vulnerable and bare in front of Aizen.

Nothing he hasn't seen before, you remind yourself. Aizen scans over your body, admiring it and slightly smirking. You scoff, catching himself staring and you walk past him.

You step into the bath, one foot diving into the hot water. The tub is deep as the water goes up to your knee. Aizen undresses himself as you allow the hot water to swallow the rest of your body.

Your muscles instantly relax and you let out a pleasant sigh, eyelids closing. You relish in the hot water that seems to get all the kinks out from your sore body.

The loud splashing of the water causes you to open your eyes, curious. Aizen sinks down into the water, holding onto the sides of the tub to ease himself in, muscles throbbing and flexing as he does so.

"This is nice," you hum out. Aizen nods his head, inching closer to you and reaching out his hand. You lift your hand up from the water, grabbing onto his.

Aizen pulls you closer, eyes glancing down at your lips. He desires them so much. He loves the way your lips feel against his, they feel so right.

"You're staring," you notice, smiling.

Aizen lets out a deep chuckle that rumbles in his throat as his hand grasps onto your jaw. His fingers are slick and wet, but still firmly grabbing your face and bringing you closer.

His dark eyes gaze deeply into yours, making your heart skip a quick beat.

"Is that so?" he asks, voice deep and sending a chill down your spine.

You nod your head and Aizen dips his head down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. The kiss is soft, warm, and wet. The kiss is so perfect and loving.

You wrap your arms around his neck, wet bodies pressing together.

Your lips melt together, not getting enough of each other just quite yet. You open your lips slightly, allowing for Aizen to slide his tongue inside your mouth.

You groan into his mouth as his free hand grabs onto your waist, squeezing the flesh. You giggle against his lips as his fingers tickle your skin.

You slowly pull away, nose bushing against his. You grab onto the bar of soap sitting in the corner and dip it into the water. You lathe the soap into your hands and start scrubbing Aizen's shoulder.

"You do know that I can wash myself, right?" he pokes at you as your hands move down to his chest. You feel his pecs and nod your head, giggling.

"Oh, trust me, I do. You always do everything yourself though. I thought it would be nice if I took care of you," you suggest, moving over to his arms.

You feel every vein in his forearms and how his biceps are just natural big and muscular. Aizen huffs quietly, a chuckle hidden underneath his huff.

Aizen gazes at you, love filling his eyes. He never thought he could love someone like this nor did he think someone could ever care this much about him.

He hates to admit it, but it tugs on his heartstrings.

He grabs onto your arm and pulls you into his chest. Your back is pressed up against his chest and his arms are wrapped tightly around you.

"What's going on?" you ask, chuckling as he squeezes you tightly.

"Nothing just...thank you," he whispers into your ear, placing a sweet kiss behind your ear. You smile warmly, leaning back into Aizen's gentle touch.

Aizen holds you tightly, the most precious thing in the whole universe to him.

[astralnymphh]

okayokayokayokay how abt farm!ellie and r who live in a cozy lil house by a lake or river or whatever and one day ellie and r are by the river and r is js like “i wanna swim” and strips and goes skinny dipping and ellie joins because shes horny nd lets be real in every fic r has hg on a LEASHH and they fuck in the water 🤷🏻‍♀️

this is so lazy but please tell me u get the idea

- home improvement anon

sorry I took so long home improvement anon my inbox is approaching 100 asks SAVE ME

imagine ellie gets all puffed up, too horny, too excited, and claims with a resolute firmness to her tone��� "m' gonna eat your pussy underwater." and before your stammers can form coherent questions she draws her head down and disappears beneath the bubbly depths, forcing your legs open with two taut grasps. subsequent to that, you then feel a wagging warmth wriggle lighter than a feather on your folds, slowly dipping between and eventually sucking the whole of your clit into her mouth. through the wavering surface, you can sorta make out the rotund shape of her head pressed fore to your groin, but the sensations absolutely throw you overboard. head swinging, eyes tunneling on the strings of cumulus clouds like a fresco to the sky, heat burning every unwoken tear– because that girls tongue does not lie, flattening your pretty little folds out with her tongues width and shaking her head uncontrollably, warbling the surface above. unfortunately, ellie isn't a native fish to these waters and needs her oxygen. coldness cumulates on your cunt without her tongue, and next thing you know, a big bubble lathes the rise of ellie's head, whacking strands of her hair back as she surfaces like a damn mermaid. a hand smears across her face to clear her internals of any leftover water, sniffling and speaking to you with a groggy blockage in her voice, "mhh– fuhck, wan' me to go again? no– y'know– fuck it, m' going back down there." because ellie harbors some kind of personal goal to eat you out fully underwater, her own holy grail of dumbassery. you stutter, "e–els!" but that girl has already dived down deep and thrusted her wormy tongue inside your gummy hole, pushing her face into your cunt with unfathomable pressure in her pep.

this would be a funny one shot idea tbh

[tubbypeddle]

Risotto x afab!reader ficlet (NSFW)

i was inspired by @lady-of-endless for this one 🤭 AND IT'S A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FOR HER I FOUND OUT ITS HER BIRTHDAY THE DAY THAT I POST THIS HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

she gets a special private post too 😋 just for her 🫂

(author's note: this is actual smut, so beware of reading below the cut if ur uncomfortable with that type of stuff 😓)

Risotto's breaths are heavy in your ear. He towers over you, crowding you against the wall of his bedroom with his knee shoved between his legs.

You wish you can see his eyes, and how heady his gaze is when he's this worked up. But alas, he's laid his hat atop your head, and it was so big it fell down over your eyes. It felt a bit like when he'd blindfold you, tie you up to the bedposts.

It was horribly arousing.

He insists you keep the hat on because you look hot in his clothes. He wants to hear the jingle of his hat as he fucks up into you. You don't understand the appeal, but at the same time you do.

For now, though, he lathes his tongue up your neck, up your jaw, to leave bruising hickeys that would be impossible to hide. His knee grinds meanly into your pussy through your shorts and underwear. The force of it shoves a whine from the back of your throat. You're sure that your nails leave red lines down his bare back when you grasp at him.

His groan is muttered against your neck, his hands find their way to your waist to drag your fronts together. He's much taller than you, so the action nearly knocks you off your feet.

Almost like he's impatient, he grabs at one of your thighs and lifts it to his waist. You have to scramble to keep the hat on your head when the action actually lifts you off the floor. He grabs your other leg with his other hand to fully heft you into his arms. And before you know it, he's waddling towards his bed and throws you down onto it, a motion so familiar, it makes a laugh bubble from your chest.

"God, Risottino!" you couldn't help but giggle as he tears his shirt off so hurriedly he nearly tears it. "Eager tonight?"

Risotto doesn't even bother answering, and he just topples atop her. His weight shoves the breath out of you, but you don't really mind. Not when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and practically tore them off of you.

There's an urgency in his eyes, in his movements, that make your throat and face burn. Before Risotto, you've never felt so desired. There was just no way to fake that kind of lust in his deep-set red eyes.

Once he's gotten you naked from the waist down, he digs his hand under your hip and flips you. Like a damn pancake, what the fuck.

It rips a squeal of laughter from you, and you shuffle onto your knees so that he has easier access to your ass. It leaves a perfect slope of your back leading down to where you rest your cheek on your arms. His hands are possessive when they grab at the globes of your ass. You can't see what he's doing, both from the position you're in and the hat on your head.

The hat jingles when he nudges your ass back towards his hips, where his cock pokes between your legs.

When your eyes are covered like this, everything just feels more. You can hear his every breath, feel the heat of his skin before he even touches you.

It's exhilarating.

Before he pushes his dick in you, he reaches down between your legs, and makes a point to trail his fingers slowly across your skin. He pushes a finger into you, all the way down to his knuckle. And the feeling is wonderful.

He's so much bigger than you are, and the feeling of his single finger alone filling you. Mmm..

Before you know it, you're panting and whining into the air, three of his big fingers stuffed inside of you as deep as they can reach. He's thrusting them slowly, taking care to prepare you for him the way he always does, he never lets you prepare yourself. He feels as if it's his duty since he's the one 'taking you', technically.

He pulls his fingers out of you with a groan and a wet schlick. He doesn't even bother wiping his hands off before he's grabbing you by your waist and mounting you like a rabid dog. Usually, his foreplay consists of more, but he must be pent up from going so long without having you like this.

His first thrust into you is deliberately slow, and it drops your jaw, cramps your stomach. "Risotto-!"

He interrupts you when he turns your head toward him with his fingers clenching your face and devours your mouth in a possessive kiss.

He's big. You'd almost forgotten how damn big he was. His ladder piercings rub up your walls in such a delicious way, and you can't help the way you clench around him. He groans muffled against your mouth, and his hips jerk suddenly at the feeling, ripping another cry from you.

This is what sets him in motion. He finally pulls his hips back, all the way to his tip, and slams back into you with a low grunt. His pace is mean in a good way, god, in such a good way.

Every swing of his hips makes your whole body shake, the hat he'd put on your head jingling with each movement. Every moan that leaves your mouth is more encouragement for him.

Your belly is starting to roll, the knot tightening to a point that's almost painful. Your head drops past your shoulders, and all you can see beneath you are the way your tits swing and the clap of your thighs against his.

God, you already know he's staring, enchanted, at the way your ass jiggles with each clap.

It's when he shoves himself into you as far as he could and circles his hips that has you falling off that edge that you'd been teetering on all night.

You can feel your walls spasming around his length, your body going stiff. He holds you to his chest through your orgasm, merciful enough tonight to keep his hips still as your ride your way down from your orgasmic high.

Your chest heaves with each gasping breath, and Risotto pets back your hair to soothe you slowly. It's a sweet gesture, but still, you knew you were nowhere near finished tonight. He still hasn't come yet, after all.