#dark leather chair

[projecto-educativo-apordoc]

Example of a large mountain style underground concrete floor basement design with beige walls and a bar

Peter Bristotte

[fla-gifs]

Chicago Enclosed Family Room Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary enclosed concrete floor family room remodel with beige walls, no fireplace and a media wall

[scottdisickfashionstyle]

Open in Birmingham Mid-sized rustic formal living room with dark wood floors, beige walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace, and a wall-mounted television.

[b3h3mth]

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[fifteensjukebox]

my new online shopping technique is asking the Universe (ad algoritthm) to find me a good one im tired of research

[a-passing-storm]

Fun fact about me is I dress like your typical YA Bad Boy but I am just a silly little guy that like poetry and poppies.

[gamma-girl]

An illustration of a sizable, enclosed, transitional living room with white walls, a standard fireplace, a metal fireplace, and no television.

Kelly Anne Blumenthal

[tobeholyistobeempty]

just an update for anyone following this — i will still be doing this it’s just on pause for now as im doing a little something with johnny for a lovely moot of mine 🤭🤭

i know i literally just posted a fic but yall i have an entire idea for another i just don’t know who to write it about

[parkeremerson]

Underground - Transitional Basement Example of a mid-sized transitional underground vinyl floor and brown floor basement design with gray walls, a standard fireplace and a brick fireplace

[simpleesong]

Eclectic Dining Room - Great Room Mid-sized eclectic dark wood floor and brown floor great room photo with white walls and no fireplace

[ellanewton]

Home Office in Kansas City Mid-sized transitional freestanding desk design ideas for a study room with a dark wood floor, gray walls, and no fireplace.

[reedwarren]

Family Room - Music Room Family room: A sizable, traditional, open-concept room with beige walls, a stone fireplace, a music area, and a regular fireplace.

[nereidprinc3ss]

I often think abt how sexy it is of him to have his apartment decorated like this…. He’s a single man who lives alone and honestly isn’t home that much but he managed to defeat the bachelor pad queen sized bed with dark blue sheets and one pillow and a flatscreen tv with a singular leather chair in front of it and literally no other furniture or decor and kitchen empty aside from giant container of protein powder stereotype

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, vampire toji, unprotected, cowgirl, biting, whiny toji, breeding, mdni.

vampire toji can’t help but bite deep into your neck while you’re aligning yourself on his cock. he’s needy, sharp keen fangs ready to dig deep into your skin and relish in your sweet forbidden taste. “fuck,” he snarls, briefly tossing his head back as a darkened leather cloak sticks against his skin. he’s hot, but with your body glued against him he’d even hotter. his hair’s all matted and in his face, a mere wolf cut - it’s pretty, bangs of sable-dark strands run down his face as he chews onto his lip. “c’mon, hurry up. ‘s gettin’ close.”

and part of that was true—he was never one to last long, especially because of how overly sensitive he always was. you’re softly jerking your hips forward with his mushroom tip kissing up against your drooling opening before he grunts. “mhm, curses. y- y’er killin’ me, princess.”

you were so wet. he felt it, the sobbing squelches that screech from your cunt made his mouth water. he was enthralled, bringing two large hands to grip against your hips. “toji, relax,” you tease, brushing a thumb against his fang that stuck out his lip. he collapses back against his rocking chair, feeling a surge of shockwaves pulse through him. the vampire grows quiet, hearing the harmony of your heat swallow him whole. “that’s it baby, relax,” and his bottom lip quivers at your praise. he can’t help but bury his face back into the crook of your neck, seeping honed fangs into your skin. the gentle nips and pokes make you giggle, but your giggle forms into a lewd moan once you feel his hardened dick prod against your heat thrice.

“tch, don’t call me that, human.” he scoffs, a flush growing against his face — he’s still got you in a tight secure hold, steadying your rocking hips. toji has a soft pout before your hands cup his face. he’s so weak, weak for your cunt and even more weak for you.

you feel the sharp edges of his fangs playfully pull at a nice amount of flesh, gently pursing his lips around your collarbone before he starts to suck.

“thaaaat’s it, good ‘toj,” you murmur, concealing an incoming moan. piercing both of your knees into his beefed thighs, toji groans. a soft whine rips straight out of his throat as you start to rock. your hips were deadly, the tempo you had was almost brutal. he feels as if his body was on fire. toji squeezes his eyes shut as he feels the grip of your soddened wet cunt. “good boy, good.”

“f- fuck,” he hisses, pointed overgrown fingernails clawing at your skin.

he’s gentle but he can’t help but carve a few marks near your skin. just a bit. toji was already feral — his heavy cock was continuously punctuating its hits within every few thrusts as you slam back down against his lap. he’s dizzy, blurbs of whimpers spewing from his spit-glossed lips before he growls. “ugh, you got some nerve callin’ me a ‘good boy’ you b- brat.”

you hum, wisping a few fingers through his unkempt black strands before kissing his chin. “aw, does the vampire not like to get praised?”

he feels his body temperature arise at your words. you meet his gaze and his dead dark irises were dilated and blown. he’s so infatuated, of course he lived off of your praises. the last time you told him how good he was making you feel, he came right through his pants. embarrassing, he knew it was embarrassing but with you—he just couldn’t help it. he lets off an annoyed grunt as his teeth attach to your neck, allowing your irony flavor to trickle into his mouth as you continue to grind against him.

his balls were swollen. he was already preparing himself for when it was about to come. it was inevitable. toji swallows thickly, watching with hooded eyes as you throw your arms over his shoulders.

“no?” you purr at him diving your question, skimming a thumb over the sharp pointed lobes of his ears. the base of his cock was a tannish color but a creamy flush of pink pours over it after a while. your voice was so pretty, having his ears twitch at every word you pronounced. he avoids your gaze, deepening his gentle chomp into your neck before flicking his tongue against your skin. his favorite treat.

“p- princess,” he growls in a gruff tone, clenching his jaw. with each crazed bounce, his ears fill with more repetitive ringing. he was so sensitive, especially like this—underneath you, manspread and beads of sweat racing down his forehead. toji’s head throws back again, and this time, his mouth pries itself open, jaw hanging out. “gonna cum, ngh, ‘m gonna cum again.”

you plant a few kisses near his chin— specifically attacking his little scar that slants itself right down the right side of his mouth.

his lip curls and twitches and he feels you suck him in oh so good. toji’s throat grows dry - he tries to swallow but he can’t, your hips were no match for him. “oh, that’s too bad,” and you cup his face again, gingerly placing your lips against his trembled ones. he’s so pussy drunk that he could barely return the kiss—instead, he just moans right into your mouth. cooing against his lips, you stroke a thumb against his cheek before whispering. “you said you could last a little longer this time, baby.”

toji groans at the way your ass rudely jerks against him. it was so sloppy, he heard it all. it was so salacious that he grips your hips and runs his fingers against your rear as if it was perfectly shaped. “i- i can,” he grunts, dark brows contorting together in frustration. a lump forms its way to the back of his throat before his eyes roll back. he looked so pretty - so determined.

but he couldn’t — he knew he couldn’t.

because not even seconds later, he’s shootings blanks, cumming right inside of you. a hot satiny load shoots into you raw and at the same time, he bites into your flesh again.

candy sweet muffled sobs of moans pierce into your skin as you’re rutting back and forth against him but bringing your hips to a slow stop. he’s so whiny, hot pants of breath wafting against your bare skin. you smell so good, it’s making his head spin and his ears burn a scorching hot. toji gifts a nice amount of sweltering hot cum to you and it’s so much. it’s overflowing your pussy and you let off a soft gasp. “so messy,” you huff, glancing up to see his droopy eyed expression. toji’s still got two hands glued onto you before he groans hoarsely, clammy hands clinging onto your ass tightly.

you wring him dry and he’s entirely speechless. creating a wet sucking noise once he finally departs his mouth away from your neck. your warmth inside has him by a leash, his brows remain to arch together before the vampire stares at the mess he created. it’s spilling right out of you due to how much, wads and wads of stringy ropes dribble from your swollen opening to between your thighs and he whines. “ngh, s- so much,” and he drags a calloused thumb to swipe up a nice decent amount, eyeing it carefully. you watch as he pants, bedaubing his own cum right back against your slit and he’s got the most cutest pout, licking his lips as if preparing to feast. you wanted to kiss his pout off of him, but right when toji was about to get a taste for himself, you grab his wrist.

“no, toji,” you hum, watching his eyes shoot daggers at you. even he couldn’t maintain his angered expression for long because you were still playfully moving your hips around him, swerving whilst his now flaccid cock remains still inside. toji was a mess, his left thigh briefly starts to bounce, begging and pleading for you to start up your bouncing again. as his crooked pouty lips shine with glimmer, his fang pokes out again before you lean up against him, going right toward his ear. “not yet. you’re supposed to ask to touch yourself, remember?”

he scoffs. the audacity, you felt him tremor from underneath you and the way your clingy walls hugged him tight like a vice. you were ravaged, feeling his blushing tip keep your insides warm through each second. slump back against his chair, he huffs. “yes, fine,” and his hands grab against your waist. “n- now finish riding me or else,”

and he can’t even keep a straight face—because he lets off a grumble under his breath, a flush painting his face with his head down. “. . . please mistress.”

[megapteraurelia]

dad!toji who brings megumi to the dentist because his tooth hurts, looking like a troublemaker with his leather jacket and the scar inside the colourful waiting room, brimming with children. some of the parents send him judging glances, but toji pays them no mind, because what does he care what those random ass people think?

megumi who eyes the children, but refuses to get up; his shoulders drawn up, hands balled into tiny fists on his knees. his small form looks like he's drowning in the big chair.

"ya don't wanna play?"

megumi shakes his head, and toji shrugs, taking his answer as it is.

dad!toji who gets up and waits for megumi to hop down the adult chair when they're called in, walking a couple steps behind. he does not let his eyes focus on the assistant's ass in those scrubs, definitely not. but it's not like it really is his fault; it's inviting him to look, after all.

the assistant offers megumi to sit on the dentist's chair, but his kid refuses to.

"c'mon," he tries to coax him, voice gruff, but megumi has none of it, stubbornly staring at the floor, so toji truly has no other choice but to sit on the dentist's chair himself, big hand patting his thigh, "or i might jus' forget to tell santa to give you chrismas presents this year."

"santa doesn't exist, anyway," megumi mumbles, but heaves himself up on toji's legs. he thinks his kid's a little shit for pointing that out.

the assistant hesitates for a second, but toji raises his eyebrows, a slight twitch of impatience in the dark feature, "don't pretend ya won't be able to check his teeth like that. hurry, or else he chickens out again."

"i don't chicken out," megumi's eyebrows draw together and he attempts the same eyebrow raise back at his father, "i carefully calculate."

before toji can issue a retort to his smartmouthed kid, the door opens again and you enter, bringing with you soft lilac scrubs and a brilliant smile.

"hi megumi, long time no see! you still the spelling bee champ from last year?"

and just like that, megumi opens up.

dad!toji who thinks you know how to talk to his son, who watches you patiently explain your instruments and showcase to him how they don't hurt on your hand and megumi's own hand as well.

who includes him in your storytelling of how there are villains residing in his mouth called karius and baktus who hurt his teeth and who only he can defeat by opening wiiiiiide and— well done, gumi-chan! look, they're trying to flee but we won't let them, right?

toji thinks that story makes no sense. a ghost gun with a silencer would probably be more effective, but you look at him with a stern expression to urge him to play along, and suddenly he feels like he's being scolded.

and for the record, he is far too old to be scolded by his child's dentist.

still, the way your eyes light up taking care of megumi and make him feel safe when he was anxious and scared, has him approve of your antics a little. because there's his little runt, who nods vigorously after you clean out his cavity, whom you allow plenty of time in between the steps to satisfy his skeptical mind.

dad!toji who thinks waiting another six months is maybe too long a time until he got to see you again.

who smirks and rubs his jaw when you squint your eyes at him, smile sweetly and dismiss his inquiry for your contact information with biting words to take care of his kid's teeth better.

[theycallmebk]

Basement Lookout in Toronto