#d-pad studio

[blacktiger666]

If you're wondering why, yes, Alba's outfit (the little one next to Nora) is dark blue instead of white : it's on purpose.

There's a very particular context in the story ^^

Sketch :

Nora and Alba (with her white outfit, for the context of this post) :

[unofficialowlboydub]

The Unofficial Owlboy Fandub returns on October 20th!

WE'RE BACK! Episode 12 of the Unofficial Owlboy Fandub will premiere on Sunday, October 20th at 1:00 PM CDT/6:00 PM GMT. Hope to see you there!

[ryanmoody]

Video Games of 2024:

A record of games I have beaten in 2024.

Game number 12: Owlboy (Nintendo Switch - 2018)

[b3crew]

TOKYO GAME SHOW 2024 | "Vikings on Trampolines" | B3crew.com

Will you land on your feet, or will you be given a one-way ticket to Valhalla? Read our Tokyo Game Show preview of Vikings on Trampolines!

[savingcontent]

Savant - Ascent Anniversary Edition is now Savant - Ascent REMIX, and the shmup platformer is releasing September 15th

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[blacktiger666]

Too cute as usual! We just want to cuddle him every day x3

[dpadstudio]

It's almost that time again! This November 1st, join us for our Owlboy Anniversary Livestream Special! There will be our annual QnA, our continued Owlboy playthrough, special announcements and more at the 8th Anniversary Celebration!

[soothedcerberus]

If I had a nickel for every fat, robotic, steampunk sky pirate in media who suddenly becomes a dad I’d have two nickels... It’s not a lot, but it’s weird its happened twice. 

[miraworksstuff]

Added this PS4 game.

[owlbites]

SOLUS APPRECIATORS RISE UP 🙌🙌🙌🫡

I missed drawing him :')

[bts-princess7]

Size Kink

Pairing: Dom!Namjoon x Small!reader

Summary: After a long day in the studio,

Warnings: Smut, fluff (if you squint), size kink, smoking, big d!ck Namjoon, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it girls), manhandling, fingering (just a tad), stomach bulge, dirty talk, (lmk if i missed any).

Word count: (HOW DO U CHECK THE WORD COUNT ON TUMBLR PLS HELP)

A/N: I wrote this in one day and it’s the first one, there’s gonna be improvement I swear. What do y’all think ab song based one-shots??? Give me any suggestions, anything at all!

22 minutes left of the workday, just 22 minutes until your beloved boyfriend got home. It was approaching fall and the weather kept getting cooler, so much so that you helped yourself to Namjoon’s hoodie collection. You loved his hoodies, they were warm and huge and always smelt like him. Of course they weren’t as good as him, but they would do. You opened a pack of cigarettes and took one out, making your way out the front door. You settled onto one of the comfy chairs and lit your cigarette, taking a deep breath.

One puff warmed you up and you let out a sigh, feeling the nicotine course through your veins. You pulled out your phone, scrolling mindlessly when you heard a car pull in the driveway. You recognized the car immediately, Joon was home early. You took a last drag of your cigarette, and watched him get out of his car.

He got out with a big smile, gracefully hopping up the steps. “Hey baby,” he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You passed him the cigarette and let him finish it.

“How was work?” You asked, standing up next to him. You looked up at him, you were just about eye level with his chest. He looked down at you, watching you scan his body. Your hands tugged on the hem of his shirt, which was so deliciously shaped around his body.

“Let’s not talk about that, right now.” Namjoon put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table, letting his hands fall to your waist. His big hands were warm on your body, even through his sweater. He dipped down, grabbing your legs and hoisting you over his shoulder.

“Joon!” You cried, holding onto the back of his neck. He held onto you with one arm, carrying you into the house and then your shared bedroom. He set you down on the bed, kneeling over you on his hands and knees. “Oh my god, Joon,” you sighed, his lips meeting your neck.

His plump lips peppered your neck with kisses, as he moved down your neck, he opened his mouth slightly. He left bright red blotches that would soon turn purple, you let out a low moan. “I’ve been waiting all day for this,” his voice was hoarse. Perhaps from being in the studio, or because of the need in his voice. “All day I’ve been thinking about my little princess, so fragile.”

You let out a squeak when he squeezed your hip, it excited you, the fact that he could crush you in a second if he really wanted to. His hand slid up underneath his sweater, all the way up to your chest and back down. “Take it off, Joon, please,” you tugged at the collar and he pulled his sweater off of you.

“So beautiful, so perfect for me, just for me.” He squished his head between your chest, leaving sloppy kisses as he inched farther down. His strong hands lifted you from the mattress just enough to undo your bra, his left hand moved up to cup your tits, right holding you up against him.

Namjoon pressed his lips against yours with passion, nibbling your bottom lip and rolling his tongue around yours. You let out a small moan when he flicked your nipple, the pad of his thumb rubbing intensely. You reached up to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up his torso. Namjoon leaned back slightly, pulled his shirt over his head before coming back.

You ran your hands over his body, his muscles felt especially promenant today. He pushed you back further into the centre of the bed, he covered you as if he were a blanket. His hand snaked up between your bodies and pressed against your core, you moaned into his mouth, moving your hips against his hand.

“You’re so wet, baby. So wet for me,” he pulled on your shorts and moved your underwear to the side. As gently as he could, he ran a finger through your folds with a smirk.

“Joon, please there,” you moaned, he ran his fingers back down again, then back up and stopped when he reached your clit. He rubbed his skillful fingers onto your pearl.

“Yeah? You like that? Like my big hands playing with your tiny pussy?” He made small, quick circles, paying careful attention. You clenched around nothing as he continued down to your hole, his middle finger prodding your hole. Namjoon pushed it in gently, “So tight, gonna squeeze me good, baby? Gonna be able to take my cock?” He teased, grabbing himself through his pants.

“Yes, yes, I’ll take you good,” you moaned, desperate to feel him. He added another finger, moving one of your legs onto his strong shoulders, being able to reach a better angle.

You reached down, pulling on the button of his jeans, then the zipper. Keeping his fingers in you, Namjoon stood and discarded his pants, his boxers hung loosely on his hips. He was so godly, standing above you with his fingers between your legs and his toned chest on full display, what a catch.

Namjoon curled his fingers, forcing a lewd moan out of you. He could feel you clenching around his fingers and pulled back, you looked up at him with those big eyes he couldn’t resist. “Not yet, princess,” he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss. “I wanna know what that mouth can do,” at this, your eyes widened, but you agreed willingly.

He sat down on the bed and you knelt on the floor, once you removed his boxers, his cock sprang up and hit his stomach. He hissed and you licked your lips. You grabbed his length in your hand, rubbing his sensitive slit with your thumb. “Oh fuck, y/n,” Namjoon moaned your name, rolling his hips into your hand.

You licked a stripe up his cock, shaky breaths escaping his throat and you sunk down as far as you could. You wrapped your hand around the part you couldn’t reach with your mouth and started moving, you gagged around him but kept going anyway. Namjoon looked down at you, your eyes looked up at him with an innocence he couldn’t believe.

He reached around your head, grabbing your hair in a ponytail and pulling your head off of his cock. A trail of spit and pre cum attaching you to his tip, you stayed still with your mouth open and tongue hanging out. “You look so gorgeous on my cock, making sure you know you’re mine, huh?” He grabbed the base of his cock, slapping it against your tongue.

Namjoon sighed, reaching down to grab your waist, he pulled you up onto the bed. He rolled you on your back, pulling you against his pelvis and holding your legs open. “Oh Joon,” you moaned, he knew exactly what got you going.

He smirked, lining himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he pushed past your walls, making you let out a cry. He pulled back and thrust back in again, you moaned in unison and he picked up his pace. “Joon, ugh big!” You rambled, he grunted as you clenched around him.

“You’re so tight, so wet.” He mumbled, pressing his thumbs harder into your hips. “Look at that, so big it’s poking out,” he ran one of his hands over the small bulge that poked your stomach each time he thrust his hips. You let out a guttural moan when Namjoon moved one of your hands over your stomach, you could feel his tip poke you every so often.

Namjoon sped up his pace, his hips hitting the back of your thighs with a brutal force. You could feel the bed rock beneath you and the knot that tightened in your stomach, “Please, please I’m gonna cum!” You cried, holding onto his forearms as best you could.

“That’s it, princess. Let go, show me what I do to you.” He moaned, biting his lip. Your brows narrowed, mouth falling open slightly as he pushed his hips farther. His hand slunk down to your clit, making rough circles as you shivered.

“Yes, yes Joon, ughhhh” you moaned, feeling pleasure hit you like a wave of relief. Namjoon took his hand away from your clit, he puts his hands back on your thighs, holding them open once again as he chased his high.

“That’s right, good girl. Letting me use you like a fuck doll,” he groaned. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, ready to burst. You were way past overstimulated, eyes going blurry while your boyfriend fucked you into oblivion. His arms wrapped you in a strong comforting hug, his hips stopped deep inside you as he finally let go. “Fuck, y/n. You’re fucking amazing.”

You stayed in that position for a few minutes, him covering your body like a blanket and holding you tightly in his arms. You smiled down at him, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you so much princess, so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Joonie.”

[blacktiger666]

After Halloween, something cute and sweet today ^^

I'm sure you'll melt in front of the adorable face of little Nora and her friend Alba (the little mixed-race owl) :3

Because, yes, on this November 1st, it's the anniversary of the video game Owlboy 🦉🥳🎉 so it's the opportunity to present Alba, the little OC of the Wakfu X Owlboy crossover ^^

Since season 4 of Wakfu, the eliatropes are quite similar to the owls of Owlboy with their cloak x)

[unofficialowlboydub]

The Unofficial Owlboy Fandub Ep13 is coming soon!

Apologies for the radio silence - the holidays have been quite busy! Episode 13 of the Unofficial Owlboy Fandub will premiere on Sunday, December 8th at 11:00 AM EST!

[sleepingdeath-light]

comforting his s/o during their period hcs ; haku

requested by ; anonymous (23/02/23)

fandom(s) ; spirited away / studio ghibli films

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; haku

outline ; “hii! im a new blog on tumblr, and i really love studio ghibli! :D this is my first request- and so could i request howl, haku, and san comforting reader who's on her period ! ty <3”

note ; changed this from a fem reader to a gender neutral reader so that anyone who has periods can read this

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

despite his youthful appearance, haku is an incredibly old spirit who has undoubtedly seen and known plenty of mortals in his time — which, naturally, includes passively gaining a decent understanding of periods, symptoms, and what the humans who lived locally to his river did to soothe those symptoms

all of that to say, he’s more than willing and prepared to help take care of you during the roughest part of your cycle — just say the word and he’ll fetch whatever you need (or, if he’s too busy to skip his duties under yubaba, he’ll ask one of the women he works with to go and look after you on his behalf)

of course he asks you personally what you know helps you cope with your period — he’s not the type of guy who is put off or embarrassed by that sort of thing — but he’ll also ask around the maids and female attendants to figure out what sort of remedies are actually available in the bathhouse and what he can use as a substitute for your usual methods from back in the mortal world

if your blood ends up leaking out and onto your shared bedding, your clothing, or his, he won’t make a big deal out of it: politely and privately pointing it out, sending you off to clean up, and taking the stained items off to be cleaned either by himself or by someone else at the bathhouse if, again, he’s too busy to properly tend to you

and he won’t hear a word about you being embarrassed or apologising to him, instead just giving you that smile of his as he laughs and insists that it really isn’t a bother and you have nothing to worry about — it’s a natural process, after all, and if you have to suffer through all of those symptoms then it’s the least he can do to make everything else easier for you

and on top of that he’s more than happy to offer more direct help with your pain: massaging away any aches or pains, offering reassurances and affection whenever hormone-fuelled doubt slips in, making sure you’re fully stocked with whatever you use to contain your bleeding (e.g. pads, tampons, etc.), bringing you teas and potions to help soothe any pain, cuddling with you until you fall asleep, and fetching you any foods you might be craving

he also leverages his position and reputation at the bathhouse to make sure you’re not being worked too hard or stressed out during your period — he knows you’re more than capable of handling yourself, but he does tend to become something of a ‘mother-hen’ whenever you’re even slightly unwell, and your period and the symptoms surrounding it activate that side of him far more than he would care to admit

[kenslilove]

᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ  BEEG BEEFY MEN—

A.N. this is a repost (wiff some much needed editing) from my old blog, plus i added in mister souf terano and mister miguel o'hara <33 they deserve to be in a post all about the biggest n the beefiest <3

FT. Bokuto, Taiju, Tengen, Toji, Osamu, Draken, South, Miguel

W. nsfw, MINORS DNI, fem bodied reader, size kink, manhandling, ptv, d/s dynamics, daddy kink, overstimulation, edging, implied age gap for toji’s part, mentions of creampie, slight exhibitionism for Osamu, drool, cute pet names like baby, princess, etc, titles used: daddy, papa, sir, papi

Bokuto: 

Bokuto who works out 6 days a week and still runs on the 7th 😔 he’s always working on his muscles, making sure he’s physically fit and always up to par for volleyball. Iwaizumi keeps him on a strict workout regime and he doesn’t mind that, considering it shows results and makes him feel good. You honestly don’t mind the schedule either, because you get to watch him pump bars over his head, muscles contracting and rippling, sweat dripping in beads along his toned chest. He’s a god really, with a build like that, and your eyes can’t help but stayed glued to him. It’s only when he clears his throat that you realize you’ve been caught, cheeks suddenly starting to burn as you snap your eyes away from his abs and up to his face. That smug look of his doesn’t help your embarrassment, making you bite your lip sheepishly. “Enjoyin the view, birdy?” He asks through a grin, and you don’t bother lying, you’ve been caught away so you nod, heart doing a little flip in your chest when he holds a hand out to you. You don’t hesitate to go to his side, allowing his hand to guide your own over the plane of his abs. Your fingertips trace the defined muscles there, despite how they still contract and sweat and you sigh softly, pupils basically in little heart shapes when you look back up at him. “You look so good, Koutarou….” 

He’s got you laid out flat on his workout bench, clothes were haphazardly thrown across the padded flooring. Your slips hang open in a silent cry as he looms over you again, chest pressed right up to your back as his cock bullies its way to the hilt back into your gummy walls. His groan right next to your ear is almost overwhelming, his body swallowing you up and taking over all your senses as his hips hump up against your ass, pushing and pulling his cock shallowly in and out of you. When you let out a hiccuping sigh against the leather of the bench he chuckles softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Liked bein stuffed like this, huh baby? Wanna be stuffed with cum too, don’t you?” You nod because the words don’t form, becoming lost on your tongue and replaced with whines as soon as Bokuto starts rotating his hips. One thick arm manages to slip underneath you and his palm rests open on your tummy, uncaring of the sweat and slick that makes everything a little messier. “Cum f’me.” His words vibrate against your back, his index finger managing to find your clit to add a steady pressure to the pulsing bud. You would have  jolted, but you’re trapped beneath him, so all you can do is let out a shaky sob. “Cum f’papa and I’ll give you exactly what you want~” 

Taiju: 

Taiju is a busy man, running his successful restaurant was a full-time job that took up a lot of his time. And yet despite this, he always made time for his baby. He’d take you along to special events, and business meetings, but especially to suit fittings. You were the one that made him rekindle his relationship with Mitsuya, knowing that he would be the best person for the job in terms of making a suit that would actually fit Taiju’s size and stature. You claimed you went to talk to Mitsuya, which may have been part of the reason, but Taiju knew why you went along to every fitting. You got to see him almost naked, arms outstretched and shoulder blades contracting as Mitsuya took his proper measurements. He watched you through the full-length mirrors that covered the studio walls. How you’d press your thighs together, squirming in the chair you sat in. How your eyes would get glossy when he’d slip the brand new suit jacket on, testing the fit and how it would look perfect on his frame. The best is when he’d pull the suit pants on for the first time and your eyes were literally glued to his butt, lip bitten between your lips almost swollen. Mitsuya would leave the room as Taiju undressed into his normal clothes, and it’s only then that he’d scoff softly, eyes a bit narrowed as he finally catches your attention. “You’re so obvious.” He states, only making you fiddle with the hem of your skirt a bit more as you try to play innocent. “Staring at me like a piece of meat. Bet your panties are soaked through.” 

As soon as the two of you got back to your shared home he’d have you pinned against a wall. If you had it your way you would’ve done it in the car, but Taiju wanted to make you wait and teased you the whole drive. Reminder you that only whores get that hot and bothered so easily, held your thigh in his big hand cause he knew it made you melt seeing how he could so easily grip the fat there. He picked you up at this point, your skirt bunched up at your waist and your panties ripped clean off. His hands gripped harshly to the fat of thighs, holding you up against the wall with nothing but strength as he used the force of gravity to fuck up into you. The slap of his hips was wet from how much you were dribbling, his eyes wide and feral as he watched your head lull back against the wall, a bit of drool leaving your lips that were stuck hung in a silent scream. He grins, lips littering sloppy kisses along your neck, uncaring of the marks he left behind. “Pretty lil dumb thing…” he murmurs, grinding his hips so his cock could thoroughly stir your insides. “This is all you think about, isn’t it? Getting fucked open by my big cock?” That caught your attention, nodding your head as your nails leave crescents into his shoulder. You’re mumbling “yes sir, yes Taiju” as his speed suddenly picks up, loving the feeling of your breasts bouncing against his chest. “Such a good girl.” 

Tengen: 

Tengen knows he’s attractive, he has 4 wives who all adore him, of course, he’s attractive. He also knows very that he’s built like a god, with muscles that bulge just right, flex and make him look even better. Sure, he got this way from hard work and dedication, but it helps too that he’s naturally flashy, with a good style and personality to go with his looks. He knows that people watch him, he knows that people flirt with him, and rather openly. Most of his wives have gotten used to this, but you? You’re a little newer, can’t help but be a bit protective and a lil insecure when it comes to your partner. So when you see two women flirting with him at a festival, something like jealousy flames within your belly. You can’t even help the way you get upset, lips twisting into a pout. It’s when one of the random women has the audacity to put her hand onto his bicep, giving it a squeeze that you lose it. You cling onto him, basically prying him away from their grimy hands and sending them a death glare in the process. The girls got the memo instantly, slinking away with grumbles and pouts of their own. To make matters worse Tengen is oblivious to it all. He was used to this, people hitting on him, but you acting like this? “What’s wrong?” He asks, the amusement in his tone only making you ten times angrier. Rather than explaining yourself you flip him off, an action that only fuels him further to get an answer out of you. 

Your back is trembling up against his chest, his fingers so lazily petting at your clit driving you absolutely wild but you can’t do anything about it. Your hands are trapped behind you between your bodies, bound by the silky material of the cord that usually holds his robe together. His cock somehow looks even bigger right now, stuffed within your quivering pussy and stretching it open. His base is covered already in a layer of your sheen that’s been steadily leaking out of you and yet he still hasn’t let you cum. You Yelp from the sudden impact of his finger tips against your swollen numb, fat tears finally spilling from your lashes and onto your hot cheeks. “Why would you ever need to be jealous, pretty? Ever?” He questions you again, fingers going back to slowly rolling your clit. You let out a soft sob, head lulling back into his broad chest as you try to buck your hips along his cock, only for his free hand to keep you firmly in place. “Don’t you know I picked you for a reason? Don’t you know I love you so, so much that I wanted you and only you to join me and the girls in our marriage?” His voice lowers as you start to flutter around his cock again, and his fingers start to speed up, finally. “Won’t ask ya again, tell me, do you know I love you?” You cry out, lips bitten swollen as you tilted your head back enough to meet his gaze. He flashes you a smile, the first one you’ve gotten since the start of this punishment and you whimper, nodding dumbly. “I-I know, I-I know daddy, m’sorry, was bein dumb—“ He shushes you with his lips, finally moving his hips. He bucks them up into you, making your whole body bounce in his lap from the sheer size difference. “Not dumb, never dumb darlin.. ya just forget sometimes…” The knot in your stomach finally snaps as he circles your clit, the squeeze of your pussy making his groan into your open mouth. “Just forget how perfect ya are f’me, that’s all.” 

Toji: 

Toji, big big Toji who knows very well that most ladies are attracted to him for his size. He likes to go for the little shy ones. The ones that stare at him with innocent eyes, look at him a little longer than they should and always manage to get caught. He’ll send you a wink, sometimes even wave playfully just to get you all the more embarrassed. His favourite type to go for though, as horrible as it is, are the girls his son is always bringing home. It’s a little fucked up, isn’t it? But Toji knows, knows that his son may try his best, but he can’t please a woman like he can, not yet anyway. So as his father, it’s his job to keep Megumi’s girls pleased when he can’t do so himself. He sees it as helping of course, surely the girl will stick with his son longer if she knows she’ll get a treat every time she comes over…

“Skirts shorter than usual…” Toji muses, his eyes lit up in amusement as his fingers brush over the soft pleats found the fabric. His hips are snapping back into your ass again just so your lips hang open, the start of a yelp about to escape had he not shoved the hem of the skirt between your lips. You muffle a whine into the material, fingers curling up against the wall you were currently pressed up against. “Musta wanted me to notice, isn’t that right dollface?” He says between a chuckle, grin getting bigger as he gets a better grip on your hips, making you stick your ass out a bit more and arch your back for him. This angle allows his cock head to smack into your cervix, kissing it with the tip and threatening and to break through. His balls are heavy as they slap against your skin, only adding to the lewd, wet slaps that echo from your cute pussy. He leans closer to your ear, whispering up against the soft flesh when you let out a string of sobs about how you’re gunna cum. “Yea? Gunna cum for daddy are ya?” He laughs when you nod, teeth sinking into your shoulder as one thick hand slides over your hips to tease on your clit, helping you reach your high faster. “Go on, make sure you’re loud enough that your boyfriend knows his daddy is fuckinh you this good.” 

Osamu:

Osamu has always been the bulkier of the two twins. His muscles weren’t as lean as Atsumu’, even in their volleyball days. He was built bigger, shoulders more broad, the baby fat on his cheeks remaining longer. Now as an adult his muscles didn’t go away, oh no, he needs them to lift the heavy bags of rice to and from the restaurant, but he has certainly filled out. Shoulders spreading, biceps bulging. A light layer of fat forms over his chest, the muscles underneath just making him look bigger. The tshirts he always wears shows these off, and although he takes no mind to how his body has changed, you certainly have. It makes you drool, when his arms flex as he quickly cuts up vegetables, when he grunts as he lifts a rice bag on his shoulder. The best is when he ties his apron around him, Accentuating just how small his waist still is despite how he’s broadened out. He doesn’t even realize how attractive he is, honestly. You can’t even help yourself when you gawk at him at work, and you certainly can’t help how heat pools between your legs. He starts to really notice when you pout up at him, pretty legs rubbing together in the stool you sit at…

“Couldn’t even wait until we got home.” He’s grumbling his words against your lips, as if he’s not happy to have his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. “Too fuckin spoiled too wait.” He added, his reprimanding turning into a grunt when your nails run through his hair, scratching lightly over his scalp just the way he likes it. He latches onto your lower lip, suckling it like his favourite treat as his big hands grab at your thighs. He tenderly squeezes the flesh he loves before gripping it, easily hauling you up onto the counter top he was previously making food on. He’s thankful you’re wearing a skirt today, because all it takes is one good tug and your panties are ripped clean off, exposing your dampened lower lips to him and making goosebumps rise on your lips. He clicks his tongue when you start to complain about how those were your favourite pair, one of his palms pressing into your tummy to easily push you back into the cold countertop. “Quit yer bitchin, I’ll get a new pair.” You were about to shoot back, but all your words get lost on your tongue when he spits onto your pussy, two thick fingers locked in and rubbing on your clit. A smirk twitches on his lips, shaking his head as he watches just how easily you come undone for him. He presses a kiss to your hip bone. “That’s it, be a good girl and take what you want, gunna fuck ya real good.” 

Draken:

we all know I could go on for hours about draken 😔 I mean do you blame me? He’s huge, the biggest of all his friends in both height and build. He’s always been naturally big, the width of his shoulders sometimes making it hard for him to find proper attire that fits him comfortably. Hence why he settles for tank tops a lot, gives him more space to breath. Would never admit it out loud but he 100% is very aware when you’re checking him out and he LOVES it. Draken doesn’t like to flaunt himself but when you do it it’s different. Makes his cheeks heat up a bit and his cock twitch knowing how damn lucky he is to have someone as pretty as you obessed with him like that. So he’ll let you stare, whether it be while he’s working at the shop, working out, or simply when the two of you are out. He’ll let your eyes linger on him, sometimes he’ll even flex on purpose, holding back laughter when you suck in a sharper breath. He will tease you about it, sometimes of course cause he can’t even help himself. He’ll turn and smirk at you, “like what you see, princess?” Or “my eyes are up here, goofy.” But comments like that always leave you in a huff and he’ll have to chase you after to make up for it. Which is fine, but sometimes, he lets you linger, lets you really stare and get yourself worked up, cause that’s when you’ll pounce him. You have such little patience, and it’s so so amusing to your big boyfriend when you try to drag his ass around to get what you desire from him. 

As soon as the two of you had returned home from your date you had dragged Draken to the couch, not even bothering to bring him to the bedroom because it had been far too long and you were craving him already. He had worn that tank top you love so much, with the low-cut arm holes that show off his toned sides and arms. You just couldn’t take it. You needed to have him. Which is how you ended up straddling his lap, needy whines leaving your lips as your fingers desperately tried to unbuckle his belt, simply settling for pawing at his crotch when you couldn’t seem to get it. He’s grinning, holding back little strings of laughter. “Eager huh?” Normally you would have snapped back at a comment like that, but when his fingers finally freed his cock, you simply sighed in contentment, licking your lips at how it stood at attention, leaking so pretty just for you to sit on. You had already discarded your bottoms, lifting yourself on your hunches and easing yourself easily onto his cock. The stretch was always mind-numbing, back arching and goosebumps forming on your thighs as you slowly worked your way over him. The little whimpers, whines, needy noises you made was a melody to Draken’s ears, his hands massaging the supple skin of your thighs as you moved at your own pace. He groaned softly when your pussy started to flutter around him already, your walls being stubborn as usual when first taking him in. “Fuck—“ he gritted out, pupils dilating when you looked at him with teary eyes, lips puffy as you huffed. “Help me, Ken, want all of you.” His hands slid from your thighs to your waist, bearing his teeth in an amused grin as he lifted you up with ease, just enough that his head sat between your walls. He didn’t hesitate when he slammed you back down on his cock, sheathing all the way on his cock, the knock of it up against your cervix making your breath leave you in a gasp. He doesn’t let up from there, using the bruising grip he has on your love handles to bounce you up and down on his cock. “So. Fucking. Needy— and you can’t even take what you want on your own? Really are just a dumb lil baby aren’t you, princess?” You’re sobbing from the brutal pace, head lulling onto his shoulder as he bounces you like you’re nothing. And to him, it’s a simple task, the pleasure of the pretty tight walls milking his cock only making it easier for him to manhandle you. “Fuck—“ he grins, planting his feet so his hips can fuck up into you, further jolting you along his cock. “You just sit pretty, daddy will do all the work—“

Miguel:

Oh Miguel. Mister broody, frustrated Miguel. This man is constantly under pressure, believing he’s carrying the weight of the spiderverse on his shoulders. And ofc he’s doing good (most of the time), but due to his tormented nature Miguel constantly has a weight on his already enormous shoulders. Sometimes he works it off with physical work outs, but his absolute favourite stress reliever is you and your pretty little body. He easy looms over you, has you pinned up against his monitor with both hands planted on it. He reminds Lyla that he’s about to be very busy, and the AI actually can’t help but feel a little bad for you because with all that tension and that 6’9 body…

“M-Miguel!” You squeak, the sound being easily drowned out by the sound of squelching. The wet slaps are emitting from your pussy, that Miguel still hasn’t been able to fit into. He’s worked four orgasms out of you already, two with his fingers and two with his mouth, and yet his cock still gets stuck in your tight, wet walls. He growls low in his throat, sharpened nails popping from his finger tips as he grips your hip even tighter, his other hand hoisting your pudgy thigh up even higher in an attempt at getting a better angle. “Cmon amor, lemme in, hm? Quit being so shy.” His tone is condescending and bordering stern as his hips buck again, another inch or two pushing past tight muscles and making your body jolt in the process. Tears sit fat in your lashes as you look over at him over your shoulder, lower lip wobbling and cheeks a bit bloated in a pout. “S’too big— s’not gunna fit—“ sympathy crosses his features only a moment. You were his baby after all, and despite how horribly he wanted to feel the fluttering of your walls around his whole cock, he also knew just how large he was, and how it wasn’t just a mere stretch. He was practically splitting you open. He bends, chest pressed right up against your back, and he coos against your lips, letting you peck and whimper against the soft flesh. “I know amor, I know corazoncito.. it’s so big.” He grips your jaw, pressing a kiss thats more firm against your lips as a means of grounding you. “But you’re gonna take it, hm? You’re gonna take the whole thing, because daddy’s telling you too.”

South:

MISTER SOUTH 7 FEET TALL TERANO‼️ oh this man is huge in every sense of the word. Bulging muscles, thick veins, huge calves. This man has to get his dress pants custom tailored to fit his legs I just know it! And the same can be said for his piano. We all saw that sketch of South’s room right? He has a grand piano! And baby, he had to get the piano adjusted slightly bc when he sat at it, he didn’t have enough space for his legs!! He’d want to tap down on the peddles and his knees would hit the poor piano! Once it was adjusted though, South played as much as he could. And luckily for him, his pretty little thing loved the sound of his piano just as much as he did. His favourite was when he had you laid across the piano, resting on your side, looking at him with those doe eyes and humming along to whatever tune he played. Yea, how was he supposed to resist?

The sweet melody had turned into something broken, keys slamming and screeching along with your cries of pleasure. “P-Papi!” South’s eyes were lit up with desire, thick hands holding your thighs up and leaving them trembling in the air. South wasn’t cornered with the way your ass was pressing into the keys, he was much more concerned with the way your sweet cunt looked swollen, stretched and splitting as he sheathed his cock within it for the nth time. His dick was coated in your milky white essence, a hefty ring of white frothing at his base and leaky onto the piano keys. Surely it would leave a puddle behind, one that dripped down sleek white keys and onto the black glossy piano legs. South made sure somewhere deep in his pleasure-filled mind he’d remember to take a picture of it. “Gata~” he purrs himself, easily manhandling over thighs over his shoulders. Your legs dangled there, only jolting with the force of his hips slapping up against your ass cheeks. “Taking Papi so well, Porra.. I’ll never get used to how perfect this cunt is, bela menina.” You nod and squeal in response because words can’t seem to form in your mind right now. No no, all you can think of right now is the sweet sting of his length stretching you open much past your limits. He leans down and peppers kisses along your sweet, hardened nipples, while his pace never lets up. He needs to have you squirting all over him and the piano. “Make a mess, pequeno amor, cmon, fazer uma bagunça…” His voice rumbles throughout your chest, and you don’t even realize you’ve reached the peek of euphoria until you soak his abs and the keys in your arousal <33

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Falling for You

VOX x READER Summary: You are Vox's assistant and maybe tripping isn't so bad in the work place. Warnings: None. Just Vox being egotistical(I tried to keep it canon but I am sorry if it's not exactly) and lots of pining. Keep in mind that REQUESTS are OPEN!!

Vox stepped out of a black limo and stood up, revealing his seven foot figure as a crowd of demons rushed over to either take pictures, ask questions, or get an autograph…which he had completely ignored all their attempts to try with a disgusted look on his face. Stepping out of the limo along with him, clutching your pen-pad you strode beside him as he walked into the large VoxTech building. 

You knew he had secretly enjoyed the attention he was getting very much from the crowd. It made him feel powerful. You swore you could have seen him flash a light blue toothy grin at times.

“Sir, Zestial, your 3 o’clock is waiting in the 10th floor lounge to discuss recent sales and advertisements on 666. And your 4 o’clock canceled so your 6 pm is now moved to that slot. Valentino wants you to visit his studio apparently he is pissed and oh Velvette is having none of it—”

“Relax darling, I’ve got it handled.” Vox smirked down at you, cupping your chin in his hand in dominance. You breathe out a heavy sigh once he removes his hand, hiding a small blush that graces your cheeks hoping he didn’t notice. He does though, always has. The way your eyes light up when you look at him, the small tint of color that reaches your nose when he compliments you, he sees it all. And he loves it. 

Entering the elevator, you press the button for the 10th floor; relaxing as the metal doors close shut and you are away from the loud crowd. It continued like this for the rest of the day. Meetings, interviews, coffee break(that was more like a coffee second than the actual 30 minute lunch session), writing reports, adding to Vox’s calendar, writing more reports, making sure Valentino doesn’t blow up another employee…and so on and so forth. 15 hour days were now your specialty after working with Vox for so many years and yet some days still drug on longer than one would have appreciated. 

Sitting at your desk outside Vox’s office, the small light of the lamp illuminated the darkened area. You rub your eyes in exhaustion, peeking at the monitor to see it read ‘1:26 AM’. Deciding that five hours of sleep was better than none, you switch off your monitor and stack your paper reports neatly on your desk for later that day. Flicking off the lamp, you knock softly on Vox’s office door and allow yourself in. 

“Sir, I just finished up. I’ll see you at 7 AM.”

“Mhmm, another late night?”

“Could say the same for yourself boss.”

“Y/N, it’s past work hours. You know how I hate paying your overtime.” 

“And yet, without fail, I see that nifty little add on each week.”

“Well, you are one of the few competent assholes in this place”

“Was that a compliment sir?” 

“Don’t push your luck darling.”

Vox turns his chair around to face you, a large cup of coffee steaming in his hand as he sips it with a smirk. Crossing your arms with the chuckle, you liked this banter. You and Vox had always had a good working relationship, sassing each other back and forth while still toeing the line between professionalism and flirting. Taking a step forward, you stop right in front of his desk.

“You know me Vox, I am always pushing the envelope. So, was it a compliment?”

“Ah yes, always so pushy. Really shouldn’t be a quality you brag about.”

“But it’s why you like me~. The pushing, always getting what I want to know.”

“I will neither confirm nor deny the fact that you may have more tact than most in this shithole.” 

Biting back a laugh at his playful attempt at professional language ruined by the vulgarity, you place a hip on the desk; sitting casually. The large aquarium was a nice backdrop and you could see why Vox spent a lot of time here. Other than working himself to the bone to maintain his image/the company or hunting down the Radio Demon on any available CV camera, looking into the aquarium was a nice activity you assumed he might partake in. 

“Something on your mind Y/N?” 

Snapping your head back to his and reality, you offer a sheepish smile and a shake of your head. 

“No, no. Just admiring the aquarium.”

“It is pretty nice, I built it myself. Should have seen it, it didn't take more than a week.”

“Truly humble boss, truly humble.” 

“Now is that any way to speak to your employer?”

“My apologies. I didn't realize stroking your ego was in my job responsibilities.” 

Standing up from the desk, you accidentally catch your foot on the wires underneath. Bracing for the impact, it doesn’t come. Instead, you are caught as a small yelp leaves your mouth. Looking up, Vox has caught you with one hand; holding you in a dip. The world freezes for a few seconds as you take a moment to look at his face, the feeling of his hands on your hips, it all felt…right for some reason. 

Clearing his throat, Vox pulls you up and removes his hand. You could have sworn you saw a small flush on his screened face before he spoke. 

“Tch, women. Always falling for me.”

“Again…really humble boss.”

Heat still crept onto your cheeks as you long for the feeling of his hands on your waist, how warm they felt, how safe it made you feel. Adjusting your blouse, you excuse yourself and walk home; mind running with all the possibilities and recounting every second of the encounter. 

Little did you know, Vox was doing the very same. Replaying the event on his monitors, reviewing every second and every flush of your skin. The way your eyes widened and looked up at him with such hope, it made his circuits buzz a little. He wouldn’t deny it, he had always found you attractive. Definitely helped in meetings with other Overlords to have a pretty face moderating. But he would be wrong to say that was the only reason. You were hardworking, almost as driven as him and that is saying something. You flowed effortlessly around the office, directing everything to its natural and needed space. And the way you smiled for the camera, gosh he wished you would smile at him like that. That pretty pearly white smile. 

Looks like this might not be the professional relationship it had started out to be. Neither of you wanted to keep it professional anyway.