#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)

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

Gigi, please don’t let someone or something that doesn’t deserve you dictate your feelings about yourself. You are an extremely smart, kind, and talented lady.

Might you give us some cute random Miri facts when you’re feeing up to it?

you know, I decided to crawl back into Tumblr after many days of not engaging and went through my inbox to see this message sitting there and I. I definitely teared up, because you're so right... I think I need to stop idolizing people or creating expectations in my head from breadcrumbs and then have my heart broken; I mean, it has happened so many times it's not even funny anymore... 🥲💔 It's a 'me thing' I must stop doing and I'm currently trying though!

(To make this a bit lighter, I think I'm rather cursed by Mara. She really went, "eat shit, Gigi". )

Okay, as for my Miraak (or Moon-Moon) facts... One I've been thinking a lot about lately is that he's. he's Hozier. I'm very proud to say this. He's soft-spoken, he flusters easily, he writes poetic songs where he can express how disgustingly yearning and horny he is and how he wants Jia to do unspeakable things to him, and he has the most gorgeous voice on planet Nirn ❤️ To make things even more specific, I think the song "Talk" carries a LOT of Moonraak Essence in it. It's just him.

[lathez]

1 & 3 for dove, 5 & 12 for mika, 16 & 19 for loulou, and freebie for 20

my slime~

character asks

Dove 🤍🕊️

1. What thought led to the creation of the character?

She's gone through many evolutions, but she was originally a way of processing the hurt I carried from several men.

I always wanted her to have drug involvement. I think the Tamriel drug trade is rarely explored.

3. What character aspect did you decide on first?

Her name: Dove Katherine.

Mika🦌🤎

5. Meaning Behind the Name?

Mika is trans; his dead name was Mikhaela. He took his father's name - Mikhael - for simplicity, but went by Mika due to his detestation for his father.

Mikhael was picked for its Hebrew meaning: who is like God.

12. Do you have a playlist for them? What songs do you associate with them?

I don't, I want to; he breaks my heart too much.

The song 715-CREEKS - Bon Iver - is my Mika song.

Loukas ✝️💜

16. Are there any running memes associated with this character?

1. Loulou you dumb gay bitch

2. Hitting him with a stick

3. "WWYD? Your hot trans dragon boyfriend-"

19. What's your favorite thing about this character? What's your least favorite?

He refuses to be a victim of circumstance. Fate works against him in every way, and he still acts with grace and gentility.

He loved Mika like a God; Mika loved him like a man.

20. Bonus Question 🤍💕 Share Anything

[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

[jesuistrestriste]

hey sage.. so i’ve been thinking about nerdy scientist!art.. i need someone to hear my plea

venus ! ! ! art is canonically really smart so yea. i see this. he was definitely pretty nerdy in high school and it followed him into his college years..

cw (18+) : nerdy!art, mutual touching, coming in pants,

nerdy!art who approaches you after your guys’ organic chemistry class to offer you tutoring services, claiming that he’s heard you talk to others about how you’re struggling with the topics. he smiles all sweet, backpack slung over one shoulder, blonde ringlets hanging in front of his forehead. it’s hard to resist his kindness. you agree.

you meet him in his dorm room a few days later on the weekend and are met with the smell of him wafting through the space. the light scent of sandalwood shampoo and fresh clothes and open books. he ushers you in and beckons you over to his bed, getting out his laptop and beginning to walk you through his notes. he’s incredibly attentive, too—always checking in to make sure you understand what he’s explaining, and always calling out the confused expression that spreads over your face silently when you’re lost. he laughs and shakes his head, “ask me anything, i’m like a human textbook. it’s actually kinda sad.”

after a few hours though, it gets dark. the two of you are left—still studying—in his room, with a singular desk lamp on in the corner. his thigh brushes your own; an accident. but it’s not a mistake when you turn to meet his eyes for the millionth time and you suddenly feel the need to repay him for his time and effort. you kiss him, and he instantly goes boneless against you. he parts his lips instinctually to give you full access to his mouth, his tongue soft and slick and waiting for yours. the moan that spills from his chest when you kiss him harder is lewd, almost egregiously so, but it doesn’t slow him down or embarrass him. he’s too caught up in the feeling of hot ache bursting in his lower stomach, his erection definitely tenting his sweatpants. fingers creep over your thigh, pulling you closer. then he breaks the kiss to mumble into the corner of your mouth, “oh my god, can i touch you? you’re so warm, fuck—“

he feels like he could finish right then and there. when you respond by crashing your mouth into his neck, he slides his hand down the front of your bottoms to seek out your arousal. moans when he finds it with his fingertips and begins gently caressing you with slow, stuttered circles of his digits. your hand finds his bulge and then it’s nearly over—

“fuck!” he whimpers, curling forward, “fuck, fuck, i’m sorry, im gonna come if you touch me like that..”

but you don’t care. you don’t want to stop. what does it matter if he finishes fast? it’s flattering. you wonder if he’s a virgin.

your touch wraps around his clothed length and gives it four slow tugs before he’s choking on a wet whine and grasping at your shirt with his free hand, his fingertips halting on your sex. you feel his cock throb with the thrums of his orgasm, and you smirk as you kiss his jaw. he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle the resulting groan.

“sorry.. so sorry..” the words come out breathless and flustered into your frame, his entire body still twitching as he comes down, “i don’t usually—.. hngh.. —that fast.. god..”

you shrug. you tell him it’s no big deal, and how you’re chill with it. you make sure to emphasize how hot it is that he’s sensitive. he lets out a shaky sigh.

“i selfishly hope that you don’t do super well on the quiz,” he whispers, “so you can come back here next week and.. and we can do this all over again..”

you lathe your tongue over his pulse. he shudders like he’s being shocked; tense and erratic.

—

you get a few questions wrong—on purpose—on the knowledge check so that you can present the low grade to him afterwards. he smiles nervously and leans in, “come with me back to mine? i just made a new set of flashcards..”

it only takes five minutes of being back in his dorm before you’re all over each other; your hand in his hair, his hips pressed to yours, his moans filling your head.

best tutor ever.

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[3liza]

the contractors broke my thermostat somehow (not their fault, it's older than any of us including them) and i have had no heat for like 4 days but this DOOM wad apartment i live in has two fireplaces so i have retreated to a pastoral, hearth-centric lifestyle and im experiencing primal human emotions my family hasnt experienced in 200 years like "firewood burns too fast and i dont want to go outside to get more" and "this firewood is wet and i have to babysit the fire for 45 minutes to get it going" and "should i build the fire back up before going to bed or should i let it go out so i can close the flue" and "the fire is irritating my allergies but im cold" and "do i burn these cherry logs or save them for the lathe" etc etc

its absolutely extraordinary the amount of physical mass you destroy in 20 minutes when using wood for heat, especially any form of firewood besides "correctly cut and split logs", which i am not using because i dont have a car and cant go pick any up (this vexes me). like you go through a pile of branches the size of a car in a few hours. on the other hand you really really cannot beat the physical feeling of LARP-wellbeing from wandering around the neighborhood scavenging deadfall to haul back to your house and burn for heat, i mean you really cant. plus i just found one of those compound-levered pruning shears on the sidewalk and it's the perfect size to chop up branches using my body weight as force instead of impact or pulling/pushing motions, so im not having to saw or hatchet the wood (both of which are unpleasant, possibly damaging on my weak spots).

its a miserable chore when you have to do it daily for survival but my present circumstances have just afforded me a fun little reality vacation where im obliged to use ancient skills to provide heat for my home, so despite being tired and stinky and sore it really is a lot of fun to go outside with my big dog and fill up an IKEA bag with faggots

[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

[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.

[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.”

[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.

[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.

[radrat-pack]

Another Hancock post

this is for you cocknation! <3

First of all almost completely unrelated to the filth about to occur, I am a Hancock Short King supporter 100% this man is 5'5 at his tallest with the boots (and hat) on. John Hancock is just a small, squirrelly little man and I think that's sexy!

NSFW below the cut ofc

HEADcannons (lmao get it) anyway, Oral Sex! both AFAB and AMAB drabbles, fairly gender neutral wording otherwise? Uhhh I think John Hancock is a munch and idk what else to say...

Okay short kings almost always give great head, so give the man his goddamn credit. He may not tower over you (unless you're even tinier than he is, which would potentially drive him feral with how into that he could be) and he may not have the biggest dick in the wastes ( like 6 inch solid, average and appropriate; and he can fuckin slang that thing) but he does have a slightly longer than average tongue and a major oral fixation. that man will be between your legs as often as you'll let him. sometimes if he's really in a mood, you'll get him on his knees begging for it.

AFAB anatomy: lean back against the wall and rest a leg against his shoulder as he absolutely goes to town on you. he laps at you like a dog at water in this wasteland. he might just be convinced that any juice he can get from you might just be the elixer of life. or maybe he's just teasing himself to eat you whole, just like he always 'swears' he's gonna do when he pounces on you.

and listen I'm ngl guys, he gets a little nippy. this man might just bite at your thighs, his teeth printed nicely in your skin. he flicks his tongue rapidly over your clit, a teasing rush before he leans in and nips gently at the bud before lathing his tongue over your slit again and diving back in.

AMAB anatomy: brother let me tell you, its hard (ha) to keep his hands out of your pants and hands off of your junk. He wants you so bad its a little pathetic to be honest dude. Especially when you finally get home (be that back to Goodneighbor or whatever settlement y'all shack up in) cleaned up and ready to rest after your journeys. when you approach from cleaning yourself up, hair wet from washing, John is lounging on his couch in a robe, his hat still perched upon his head. there's a thin wisp of smoke slipping from between his teeth as he grins up at you lazily. He fully exhales as you sit and make yourself comfortable next to him, spreading out and letting gravity weigh you into the couch. For a brief moment, sinking into the sofa in a quiet room, eyes closed, you almost drifted off. not before the heat and gentle weight of John's body as he shifts and settles by your legs. You know what he's going for, so you shift and wiggle out of the loose pants you typically lounge in. the moment your cock is freed he's on it. long wide tongued licks, flicking the tip of his tongue across the slit at the tip. He's a big tease when he sucks dick, but honestly he doesn't even mean to be he's just enjoying himself. Like don't get him wrong, Hancock loves to get you off, but he also just really enjoys sucking dick (as long as its moderately fresh and clean. its the wasteland and all but he has some standards). anyway, he seriously is just drooling on it, taking it as deep in his throat as he can as he reaches to fondle with your balls as well. Hancock gives a good amount of attention to the balls, but nothing really scratches his brain like having you press him down on your cock as deep as you can as he tries to steady his breathing.

quite literally if you will let him, he will have your dick in his mouth about 85% of the time when you two aren't out making the commonwealth a better place.

OH!! additionally!! he loves to make out sloppy style with ur junk while giving head no matter what equipment you’ve got. literally kissing the tip or giving your clit a little sucking kiss, he loves it. it might honestly be his favorite place to kiss you if he has to be real with you

[edenspoem]

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