#i love this thic boi

[xx-sketchy-xx]

How can this thing

Be the same as this thing

[haunted-deer]

Task force 141

somebody stop me. this is getting out of hand

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(KO-FI)

[chaepink]

Hi pookie bear. Could u please write another smut about a sub!pathe thic yandere who got jealous of the readers friend because he accidentally touched her hand? UGHH MAKE THE YANDERE SO PATHETHIC PLSS

dom!reader, sub!yandere, voyeurism, masturbating, praise

"s-see how- ah! p-pretty i look for y-you?" tears prickle your yandere's eyes as he continues to jerk himself off. his eyes never leaves yours as you watch from fall apart from his own hand, the wet sound of his hand on his dick heading straight to your ears.

"that guy f-friend of yours w-would ngh never l-look this good f-for you." you hold yourself from rolling your eyes at his jealousy. that guy friend of yours actually already has a girlfriend and he touched your hand on accident! he even apologized but of course your yandere wouldn't hear any of it and decided to show you himself why he's better.

but you're not complaining when he looks this pathetic and adorable in front of you right now though.

you watch as pre cum leaks from his dick and onto the sheets below as his body shakes from the pleasure. his flushed face just looks so adorable and the way his legs are spread wide apart to show you all of him to you has the thoughts in your head running wild.

"its only me you love, right? just me?" you smile at him. "of course i love you, you always such a good boy for me. you're my good boy, right?"

your praise has him letting out a whine. "o-only yours, [name]."

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[arc-misadventures]

MFK Coco: Jaune, Joan and RK Jaune

MFK : CO III

Yang: H-Hey, Coco...

Coco: Yang.

Yang: So uhh... you up for a game of, MFK?

Coco: That depends... Who are my 'choices' this time?

Yang: You'll like them! You'll like them this time I swear!

Coco: Will I?

Yang: I swear! Please don't hit me again...!

Coco: Alright, show me who my choices are?

Yang: O-Okay! First off we have, Jaune!

Jaune: Hey, Coco! Sorry you have to do this again.

Coco: Well at least it has the only guy I'm willing to fuck.

Jaune: Oh...

Coco: Who's next?

Yang: Next we have, Jaune's twin sister...

Coco: Wait, you have a twin sister?

Jaune: Yep. I'm the older twin by the way.

Coco: How come you never mentioned that you had a twin sister?

Jaune: Never came up in conversation.

Coco: ...

Coco: Fair enough. Continue, Yang.

Yang: As I was saying: Jaune's twin sister, Jeanne Arc!

Jeanne: Ohhh~! So this is the, Coco girl you've been talking about, Jaune. Mmmh~! Love the outfit, it flaunts your body off perfectly~!

Coco: You're one to say, your outfit look exceptional! I love how it shows off your bodies full curves~! And, I must say, 'Boing Boing~!'

Jeanne: Thank you my dear~!

Yang: And last, but not least. The man of myth, and legend, The Rusted Knight, Jaune Arc!

Coco: The Rusted Knight? F-From the book?

Yang: Yep, that Rusted Knight.

Coco: How the hell did that happen?

Jaune: Ohh boy... You better sit down, this is going to take a while...

~~~

A while later.

~~~

Jaune: So yeah... that's what happened.

Coco: ...

Coco: THE FUCK?!

Jaune: Yeah, that's how most people react... So anyway, this is the older me as the, Rusted Knight.

RK Jaune: Hello, Coco. You're looking just as beautiful as the last time I laid eyes upon you.

Coco: ...?!

Coco: Fuck...!

Yang: So, Coco: Of these three who will you, Marry, Fuck, and Kill~?

Coco: Fuck...

Coco: Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...!

Jaune: Coco? You okay?

Coco: Ahem! I'm fine, I'm fine as hell, Bunny Boy~! So... I kill young, Jaune.

Jaune: Saw that coming.

Jeanne: It was a given since he is here.

Coco: I'm sorry, I...

Jaune: I take no offence, Coco, please continue.

Coco: Okay. I'd fuck, Jeanne.

Jeanne: Oh~? Are you perhaps interested in these?

Coco: Ye...

Jeanne: My titties? My massive badonkers~! My massive milk jugs~! My...?!

Coco: YES! A hundred percent yes! I want to play with your juicy thic body! And do all sorts of things with that voluptuous body of yours~!

Jeanne: Naww... But, I wanted to say the whole line...

Jaune: Told you, you wouldn't get the time to say the whole thing.

Jeanne: Meh, oh well; a lesbian should know how to please a woman~!

Coco: You know it darling~!

Coco: Last but not least; I marry, Rusted Knight Jaune!

RK Jaune: Of course. Let me guess: Upon seeing me you suddenly developed a taste for silver foxes, and because of my age you also realized that the number one thing you are missing in your life is a daddy to bend you over his knee, and give your rear end a good tanning. You want to be folded over as you are dumped full of his seed until you're a drooling mess. Leaving her looking like a happy, lust drunk mess, looking like she's three months pregnant with their child to be. Am I wrong?

Coco: I wasn't thinking about half of those things, but I want those things to happen to me! Please knock me up, Daddy~!

RK Jaune: Hmmm... I think that can be arranged~!

Coco: Fuck yes!

JJY: ...

Jaune: Why am I ever brought here for these when he's here? I always end up dead.

Yang: Can you blame us? I mean... Hello, Daddy~!

Jeanne: Who wouldn't like a, Daddy like him~?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: You know I will look like him eventually, right?

Jeanne: ...

Yang: ...

Yang: Wanna get married, Jaune?

Coco: Back off bitch! The original, Jaune is MINE!

Yang: Bring it you whore!

JJRKJ: ...

Jaune: Aren't you going to join them?

Jeanne: Naww, I will join the winner in seducing you.

Jaune: Oh...

RK Jaune: Did you expect anything else?

Jaune: No... But, I can dream can't I?

Jeanne: Not with your luck.

Jaune: Damn.

[monster-disaster]

Can I request a bad boy Biker dullahan with a sweet chubby fem reader. He is teaching her how to ride his bike from behind but is also making it very hard when he's groping her breasts, rubbing her thighs, and grinding his cock against her thick ass. Slight bit of exhibitionism.

dullahan!Rip x human!Reader Good to know: smut

"Are you sure it is a good idea?" You ask your boyfriend for what seems like the millionth time. Your words are muffled by the way you nibble on your lower lip with a worried crease between your brows.

A low chuckle comes from behind you. "Why wouldn't it be a good idea?" He asks back. One of his motorcycle-gloved hands lands on your shoulder. The black leather is cold and soft on your bare skin as it slips up to your neck, smoothing your hair out of the way.

"I don't want to ruin it."

He laughs again. You can feel the rumble of his chest as it presses against your back to steer you closer to the bike. "How a little thing like you could ruin it, love?" Amusement laces his question.

You know he is right. At the beginning of your relationship, you called his bike 'the Beast,' and the name stuck for good reason. (You didn't know about the significance of naming a biker's bike, but it's for another story.) It's a massive thing with black and silver details. Its sides are like ribcages, hugging the bike from wheel to wheel with an eerie green light filtering through them.

"Hop on, love," Rip says, patting your hips when you say nothing. "It will be fun." His voice carries a dark undertone, but you decide to ignore it for now. You are too focused on the Beast in front of you.

"You act like you never sat on it before," your boyfriend teases while grabbing your hips to haul you onto the bike. He moves you easily.

A high squeak leaves your lips, and you grab onto the grip the moment you can reach them. The silvery ribs are cold against your legs as you adjust yourself on the leather seat.

"A warning would have been nice," you groan.

The bike dips a little when he sits down behind you. His long legs close around you, pressing to your skirt-clad curves.

"Next time," he promises, but you know he is lying. He has too much fun with putting you anywhere he wants to. "And now, go!"

"Rip!" You scowl, looking back at him over your shoulder.

He wears his usual black jacket that is illuminated by the green, misty light coming from his neck where his head should be. Instead, his head, a skull with the same light in the eye sockets, rests in one of his hands.

"Fine. Then let's do this step by step." He says it like it's a bad thing to do. "Here, put it down in front of you."

The fact that he can simply offer you his head still shocks you, even though you are touched by the gesture every time he trusts you with it.

Stupid male had a real laugh at you when he threw it at you for the first time, and you almost got a heart attack, afraid you would drop or hurt him somehow.

Holding his skull softly in your hands, you put it on the dashboard, making sure it won't fall off.

"What's next?" You ask him.

"Start the engine." Even though his skull is in front of you, his voice comes from behind you.

When you do nothing, he leans closer. "Come on, you ride with me all the time."

"In the back," you reason. " I never see over your shoulder."

"You are lucky you are cute," he sighs. "Turn the key."

You follow his instructions carefully until the engine awakens underneath you with a soft rumble. You can feel its power between your legs, vibrating and rippling through your bones.

"What's next?" You ask him with a bit more confidence than you started a few minutes ago. You can totally do this. Who knows, maybe you will get your own bike too. A pink one to match Rip's Beast.

"Slow down, tiger," the dullahan laughs as if reading your thoughts. "First, you need to get used to it. You are not my backpack now, you have to get to know the power between your legs."

He presses you down on the black leather seat by your hips. His fingers dig into your thick flesh while his chest presses to you back some more.

"Do you feel it?" He asks, amused.

Your lips go dry the more you feel the engine under you. It purrs between your legs, going straight to your pussy.

"You have to be confident and purposeful to handle a beast like this," Rip continues, making your hips rock just barely. The small movement punches a sudden gasp out of your mouth. Your clit starts to throb and ache at the friction.

"Wha-what are you doing?" You ask him, voice already hoarse.

"I am teaching you."

"It doesn't feel like it."

He hums. You know, if he could, he would grin.

"Then how does it feel?" Rip teases. His hands from your hips go to your breasts. Your light summer dress does nothing to stop his wandering fingers.

"It feels like something we shouldn't do in front of the open garage door," you tell him. Your eyes snap from his skull to the outside world. The street is quiet, but it's still daytime.

"Then we should hurry."

You frown. His thumbs ghost over your nipples through the thin fabric. "With what?"

"Making you cum."

It was not his original plan, though. He really wanted to give you a taste of how driving a bike feels like, but the moment he sat down behind you, he forgot everything. The feel of your soft flesh and generous curves tend to do that to him. He isn't complaining, though, especially not when he can have his hands on your tits, playing with their weight while rubbing your nipples until they are hard and sensitive under the thick pads of his gloves.

"Rip!" You squeal when he grabs the collar of your dress and pulls it down. Your breasts spill out into his waiting hands.

"No bra? Naughty girl." He tugs on your nipple, making you jerk back against his chest. He cages you against himself and the still-running bike.

"What if someone sees?" You ask him with a slight worry, though you do nothing to stop him.

"You think too much," he says, rubbing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "But you really have to hurry if you want to cum before the others arrive."

"Oh god!" You close your eyes from the sensation and the reminder at the same time.

"So come on," he says, leaving your chest to grab your skirt. Your face contorts into a grimace at the loss of his touch. "Sure you don't want them to see you like this."

"Please," you breathe. Your hips grind against the leather seat, searching for the constant vibration on your throbbing center.

His touch and his words lit something in your belly, something demanding and burning.

"Oh, look at that," he coos. He pulls up your skirt until the gathered fabric rests at the base of your thighs. His hands smooth up and down on your flesh hugging his bike. "Fuck," Rip grunts. "If I would have known your legs would look this good around my bike, I would have made you sit on it all the time."

"Rip," you gasp his name. "Hurry!"

He laughs, letting his hard dick grind against the small of your back through his jeans from behind. "Why, sweetheart? You don't want my friends to see you like this? Tits out, legs spread open? Your panties are drenched." His fingertip grazes over the wet spot, making your muscles twitch at the cruel teasing. "I bet my seat is wet, too."

Embarrassment and arousal burn your cheeks. He is probably right. "R-rip," you complain.

"As you wish, love," he says, pulling your panties aside with one hand. "Let me see that pretty cunt."

You lean against his chest, spreading your legs even more at the sides of his bike. Rip explores your folds, stroking over your soft flesh until he reaches your clit. He rolls slow circles on the sensitive bud, making you mewl with need. Your hips grind against his hand, demanding more friction while he hums and laughs at your despair.

"Fuck," Rip says. He lets go of your panties to put his hand back on your breast. He squeezes and gropes you to his heart's content until your back arches, and you press yourself even more into his large palm. "Look at you, my good girl, being an absolute slut on my bike." His words punch a cry out of your dry lips, and Rip's hips buck against your back. You are not the only one affected by his words. "Did you think about it before? Cumming on my bike? Grinding your wet pussy on it? Do you know a few of my friends will smell it? They will know what you did, sweetheart. They will know I had your pretty cunt soaking my seat."

"Rip," you gasp his name. "Don't-" You shake your head but say nothing else. His thick, gloved-covered fingers prod at your entrance, gathering your wetness to use it as a lube.

"Don't what?" He asks, chuckling. "Don't tell the truth? You don't want to hear how my friends know your scent? Why not? It's fucking delicious. I wish I could taste you."

His words send you spiraling. Your muscles are taut, and a thin layer of sweat glistens on your heated skin as you stare outside the garage door. The street is still empty, but you can't help but imagine his friends arriving while you are still on Rip's bike, exposed and at the edge of your orgasm. The thought terrifies and excites you at the same time.

"Fuck," he grunts. The dullahan doesn't waste more time. He pushes two of his fingers inside you. The rough texture of his glove rubs over your sensitive walls, stretching you in the process.

"Fuck," you agree. "Fuckfuckfuck. More. Please, Rip."

"So eager," he hums with satisfaction. "You can't wait to cum around my fingers, huh, sweetheart?"

You don't even bother with answering. You can only moan and groan as he pushes his finger deeper, prodding and stroking your tightening walls around his digits. His thumb is on your clit, rubbing over it the whole time.

"Cum around my fingers, love," he urges you. "Soak my gloves so I can smell your pussy every time I go for a ride."

Your blood burns in your veins as your walls flutter around his fingers. The heavy coil in your stomach gets tighter and tighter with each passing second.

"Maybe I shouldn't let you cum," the male behind you teases. "Maybe I should wait for the others so they can see you stuffed with my fingers. I bet Rust would die for your tits."

Of course, they are just words. He is much more possessive than letting anyone touch you or see you, but it has the desired effect on you. You grab onto his knees as your whole body spams, and you cry out his name repeatedly.

"Cum, Y/N," he commands impatiently. "Fuck, Y/N, soak my gloves, pretty girl."

Your pussy flutters and tightens around his fingers as you fall over the edge. Your vision gets blurry as you stare into the skull's empty eye sockets in front of you on the dashboard. You know it's just your imagination, but it grins back at you. Rip taps your clit several times, making your body stretch and arch. Your voice is high and hoarse as you moan. His name rolls off your tongue like a prayer.

When you slump back against Rip's chest with his arms keeping you on the seat securely, he hums and whispers into your ears the whole time. The eerie green mist lingering around his neck is cool and soothing on your sweaty skin.

"Good girl," he says. "So fucking pretty."

"Rip." You need several seconds to find your voice. "Maybe I should get my own bike."

The dullahan laughs. "We will see, love. You need much more lessons." The thought excites you, and he chuckles again with amusement. "Real lessons."

"I would like a pink one."

"Of course, love."

[someonesrealityshifting]

Hobie Brown Preference Headcanons That Just Occurred To Me

Okay, Hobie 100% is into big tiddy bitches. I don’t mean like those dudes on twitter, “oh I like em thic” and she’s a size medium. I’m talking this boi goes out and flirts with and hits on them mid- to plus size ladies in pubs and clubs, but like, in a respectful way. I mean, what’s more punk than making a woman feel beautiful? He does the lil chin thing, you know the one. And when he sits down, he’ll rest his hand on their thigh and rub gentle circles with his thumb. His hand never goes higher than they’re comfortable with, but it’s just there, assuring them that he’s there and he’s paying attention to them.

And then for dudes? Twinks. He loves him a short guy, easily flustered, little bit of belly. He loves when he can smile and make them blush, how he can tease about anything and they’ll melt like putty in his hands. However, he’s not opposed to a guy taller than him (if he can find one) taking control and forcing him to let loose, have a bit of fun, lose a bit of himself for a while. With guys, it’s more about a vibe for him. I wouldn’t say he’s strictly a dom with dudes, but I’d say he leans towards it. He prefers being in charge but is content to let someone boss him around, if they earn it, that is.

Whatever way he swings (pun intended), boy, girl, or the secret extra options, everything is about trust and respect. If he feels something off about you, he won’t waste his time trying to make it work. He’s really big into communication, making sure that everyone knows his flaws up front. Is this likely caused by trauma? Yes, but it has made him a better person over all. It has led to a few “I can fix him” campaigns on his part, but he just moves on and thinks about his exs at three in the morning after a show.

[froidefille]

Day 21: a fic rated M

📚 Among the Elements by @sweet-s0rr0w

Draco/Harry, 8.3k, M

Summary:

Harry getting pregnant might have been an accident, but Draco means it when he says that he’s all in. What he doesn’t expect is to find himself all alone in St Mungo’s neonatal unit, making life-or-death decisions for a tiny human he’s never even held.

Yet another Mpreg fic on my list! I remember being on a con 10 years ago where a brave soul made a whole lecture on Mpreg to a hundred people in the audience. I have so much respect for this person years later because that must have taken some balls to do 😀 Anyway, I remember a part of the lecture were on theories on why this trope is so popular and I remember exactly zero of them but yeah, there is something to this trope and I indeed do love it 😇

This one is a gentle, raw, aching story.

The relationship between the boys is so mature, so profound and yet so on edge! Also, I will NEVER get tired of Draco being adopted by the Weasleys, and in thic fic it is so delicately done <3 But by far my favourite aspect of it is the way it describes the tiredness of being a new parent so touchingly *melts* I thought about sending it to my friend who has a 6-week old baby but I just thought it would be too rough on her to have the experience being caught in words. I’ll send it to her in a few months tho:

She’d blathered on about ley lines and standing stones and planetary alignment while Draco tried not to weep with exhaustion at the very thought of a midnight ceremony. Everything’s so heavy now, waterlogged: his old self gasping for air somewhere between feeds and changes, between nights spent mumbling Wakefulness charms to avoid falling asleep with Scorpius in his arms and days filled with the stomach-churning terror that he’s doing this all wrong.

And just have a look at the below ONE sentence that somehow encapsulates the wonder of getting to know a brand new family member that haven’t existed yesterday:

“Scorpius,” Draco echoes, as he burrows closer – and for the first time, the word is more than just a sharpness behind Draco’s breastbone, more than an absence of air in his lungs: it’s a promise. A gift. Their future.

 *cries* more than just a sharpness hehind his breastbone 😭 more than an absence of air in his lungs 😭 😭 😭

Thank you for today’s prompt @hprecfest and @sweet-s0rr0w for all your delightful works!

Some more of beautiful words under the cut <3

PS. Just to let you know – it’s quite possible I may need to take a break for the next few days. Christmas is pretty crazy in my home, there’s a hundred dumplings to make, at least six cakes and eight other dishes </3 And I am exagerating none of it, damn the traditional Polish cuisine. Wish me luck!!

It had all happened so fast. One moment: Christmas classics on the Wireless, box-knives through packing tape, hanging tiny Quidditch outfits on the line, talking hopes and dreams over ice cream at midnight. The next: panicked shouts, Expecto Patronum (five times before it worked), stern-voiced medics, and a harsh, insistent bleeping that no-one but Draco seemed to hear. One day: Harry, carrying their baby, a beautiful, remarkable, imperfect family that Draco still couldn’t quite wrap his head around. And the next– The next day, Draco had found himself perched on the edge of a plastic armchair, staring numbly through a magical field at the blurry, purplish outline of a baby he didn’t know. His baby, the sign said, though the thin-skinned, bony-limbed creature below resembled neither a Malfoy nor a Potter, but something else entirely. Hardly a baby at all. 

The angsttttttt *cry*

Draco pictures a child, small and uncertain, clinging to Harry amidst the hustle and bustle of a busy September Kings Cross platform. He imagines a boy, tall and handsome, beaming up at him from the middle of a Quidditch pitch. He thinks of endless hospital visits, endless frustrating tests, of three lives trapped between separate worlds. And then there’s Harry, shielded in a magical coma, clinging to life by the faintest of threads. Harry, brave, beautiful Harry, who was starved and beaten and raised in a cupboard, all for being different.

The way Draco, with all his pureblood upbringing, knowing nothing but magic, decides in a instant that he’d rather have Scorpius healthy than magical – there were tears in my eyes, I swear.

“I’m sorry,” Draco says all at once, his mother’s disapproval echoing in his head. He’s a disappointment, he knows – to her, and now probably to Pansy, but he’s made up his mind. He can’t let Harry down, not with this. “Oh, my darling,” Pansy whispers, looking for all the world as though she can’t decide whether to smack him or hug him. In the end, she just reaches over to pour him some wine.

Oh Pansy! I have grown to love Pansy in Drarry, I especially love when she’s a fiercely protective friend unrelenting in all her elegance all the same <3

You wanna grab some food? Harry had asked, once Scorpius was settled and they could dawdle by the cotside no longer, which was how Draco had found himself in the local Chinese, pulling out Harry’s chair for him, nerves and embarrassment tangling up inside his chest as he tried to make sense of the menu. They were parents when they’d barely been lovers, partners when they’d barely been friends, and now… this. This is new: this isn’t Harry bringing a fucked-out Draco peanut butter on toast as dawn breaks outside, or the two of them on the balcony in Malta, working their way through the room service menu in an effort to find anything that Harry could eat without gagging. This isn’t takeaway pizza in a half-decorated nursery, or another tray of beige hospital food, or Draco’s Sunday roast left untouched as life moves on around him at the Burrow. What this is – what it feels like – is a date. Draco’s first proper date with the man he sleeps beside, the father of his child, the person he’s fallen in love with somewhere along this brief, crazy journey. A date that goes well.

The fact that they had a baby before they went on a date – well, somehow I’m not even surprised, those boys 😂

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Saved Toji Fics

SFW

Vampire!Toji

Toji Loves Thic Women

Morning After (Husband!Toji)

What is Love

That's Why I Love You (pregnant reader)

Dog tags

The Couple and The Cashier

Doctor!Reader x Dad!Toji

Ass, Tits, or Thighs (Suggestive)

Jealous!Toji

Dad!Toji Megumi's Height

Hide and Seek (Ft. Megumi)

Toji Sleeps Naked (Highly Suggestive

The Fight For The Television (Dad!Toji)

Three Little Words

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Toji With Newborns

Toji Has Lots of Money

Fluff Alphabet V

Getting Fast Food

Extra Mean To Others

Toji Respects Women

Baby's First Words

NSFW

Trying to Dom Toji

Dry Humping

Roommates

Dilf!Toji & Babysitter

Blowjob

Obsessed with You Breasts

A Brothel but With Men

Jealous!Toji

Noise Competition

Werewolf Toji Part 1 Part 2

Loves to Fuck You Dumb

Me and My Husband (assassin!Toji)

W/ Reader's Oral Fixation

Leaving the Door Open

Dilf!Toji and College!Neighbor!Reader

Dumbification and Breeding

Crying

Things Toji Says in Bed

Hotel Maid!Reader

Bets

Boyfriend's Uncle

Panties

Yakuza Boss!Toji x Needy!Reader

Too Big (For Condoms)

Crybaby!Reader

Want Some Milk With That?

Ex Husband!Toji

Soft Dom!Toji

Virgin Killer!Toji (filming)

Love Line (MMA!Toji)

Making You Explain What You Want Him To Do

Toji Punishes You

Mean!Possessive!Toji Getting You Pregnant

Pleasing the Wife

The Sorcerer Killer

Birthing Hips

Lovesick

He's Married (angst)

Toji's Valentine's Gift

Neighbor

Baby Fever

Hungry Husband

Mine

Big Dick!Toji

Loves Making You Cry

College Teacher!Toji

Sucking Tits in Public

Dilf!Toji x College!Reader

Hate (Jealous) Sex

Electrician!Toji

Fucking You So Good

Tease And Feast

Old Tricks, Same Treats (halloween)

Short NSFW

Fresh Out Of the Shower (lightly NSFW)

Toji's Trophy Wife

S & M

Promiscuous

Dilf!Toji x Babysitter!Reader (Cheating On Wife)

Locking Down Toji

Dirty Diaries

Better Than Breakfast

Fuck Boy!Toji

"How Do You Feel Mama?"

Stay the Night

One of His Girls

Belly Bulge

Missing You

Dilf!Toji

Dilf!Toji Slapping You With His Cock

Dilf!Toji Shopping

Mechanic!Toji

Lemon (One of my personal favorites)

Divorced!Toji

Dilf!Toji

[raising-harmony]

[ In-person scene. ]

[Ghetsis has N partly draped over his shoulder, his head in the crook of his shoulder and arms wrapped around his neck. It took a few minutes of simply sitting outside, letting the open air wash over the boy while the lack of proximity to other strangers soothed him into releasing his death-grip on his father's shirt. N lets out a shaky sigh and whimper, nestling into him more.

"You did nothing wrong, Natural. People can just be terrible sometimes. It has nothing to do with you or I." Ghetsis mutters, patting the boy's back. "In fact, you did very good counting today. I knew you were a smart boy."

"...." N shuffles in place, like he wants to respond, but doesn't have it in him. Ghetsis continues speaking to fill the silence for the both of them.

"I'm going to get up and start walking again, alright?"

It's a bit of a pain, juggling a child in one arm while trying to push yourself up from a sit with the other, but he manages. Thankfully, their groceries were already stored away in the car. He doesn't entirely have a destination in mind, frankly- though, the repeated messages about Nimbasa's park have put that idea into his mind. They could take a short walk over to a nearby river's edge and perhaps catch a glimpse of the park's larger attractions silhouetted against the sky. He already knows N loves mechanical things, such as cars and trains. Maybe those rides would also fascinate him.

So he treks shortly over grass and gravel, his son still curled up against him, quiet, not even really picking his head up to look around. The further they move away from nearby streets and buildings, the more the surrounding noise of pokémon chatter and babbling water fills in the quiet. He can feel N shift and perk up in response to this change, though still not making an effort to look around.

Ghetsis comes to the edge of a nearby river bank, stopping short of where the grass ends and the bank becomes muddy and rocky. The river cuts across the land and separates them from Nimbasa. It maintains a slow, steady flow, starting shallow but growing deeper the wider it spans across. Peering in, Ghetsis could see basculin swimming by in flashes of red and green scales, while tiny tympol played in the shallows. He thinks, for a moment, he even catches a glimpse of an oshawott diving under a log. Several thousand yards away, not even within swimming distance, Nimbasa is bold and bright, all sharp angles and blinking lights standing high above a backdrop of trees.

A raft of ducklett amble across the water, led by two swanna. Ghetsis shifts N in his arms. "N. Look at the duckletts swimming."

N pauses for a moment, then slowly straightens out, looking back over his own shoulder trying to catch a glimpse of the pokémon. As soon as he sees them, he readjusts himself fully so he faces out towards the river, eyes lighting up. He kicks his legs with excitement, reaching towards them despite being too far out to be anywhere close to touching them. He lets out a quiet chirp to get their attention.

One of the swanna lifts her head to gaze at the boy, looking bewildered for a moment, before her eyes relax. She replies with a proud honk, fluffing her wings, and all her babies follow suit, honking, chirping, quacking to the child, who is already smiling with newfound delight. N gives a few more chirps and coos. It's a language Ghetsis is by no means privy to, but he can imagine they're saying warm hellos.

N's eyes stay glued on the troop as they continue on down the water, and only when they become little white and blue dots drifting down the vanishing stream does he look away. Ghetsis has to wonder for a moment if he'll even notice the city when he's so preoccupied staring into the river for more pokémon friends, until N gasps suddenly.

"What's that!" He squeaks, pointing sharply to the city. Eyes following his gesture, Ghetsis realizes he's pointing to the ferris wheel in the distance. It rotates in a leisure circle, steady and unyielding. Thick steel beams fan outwards from a massive motor in the center, holding up painted carriages adorned with glittering lights in just about every color. N stares, transfixed, his mouth slightly agape. He's never seen anything like that before.

"It's a ferris wheel."

"What's it for?" He can't help but wiggle and lean out from his father's arms, close to tumbling into the water below. Ghetsis has to quickly readjust him and hold on tight so he doesn't take an accidental dive.

"It's a ride, so people can get a nice view of the area."

"It's big!"

"It is."

"H-how's it- how-"

""How does it", N." Ghetsis pats the boy's back again.

"How does it move- like, um, that?"

Ideals, the boy can ask questions. "It has a motor, you see; sort of like a car does. It's set up to many cables and wires we can't see from outside, that make sure it moves at a careful speed. It's all electrical."

"Wow..!" He gasps again, biting on his hand.

"Do you want to get closer?" Ghetsis had figured they would be done for the day by now, but...

"Mhmn..!" N hums through his hand, nodding.

"Quit biting yourself, boy. We got you necklaces for a reason.." He sighs, shaking his head. "Come on. We'll go have a look." ]

[kylegallners]

important question: what are your top 5 kyle gallner roles?

oh god oh fuck ok im doing this on pure instinct bcuz if i think about it for too long I'll change my mind 5000000 times

1. matt campbell (the haunting in connecticut)

is thic a good movie? no. but he acts the fuck down, and it was the second role i ever saw him in and i fell in lesbian love with him on impact.. he's so 🥺 and queer To Me and literally three apples tall

2. benson (the passenger)

he deserves every award ever for playing benson. oscar. pulitzer. glaad award. he was acting DOWN! where else can you get a homoerotic traumatized sicko freak who takes a little twink under his wing and ruins his life and somehow he's still so likeable... the power of kyle

3. beaver/cassidy casablanca (veronica mars)

they massacred my boy with the end of his plot but idc.. he slayed so hard that they had to kill him and make him a villain even tho that was such a garbo decision... I'll love that gay boy until i die

4. quentin smith (nightmare on elm street 2010)

bad movie. maybe even a terrible movie. but kyle said I'm here to show u bitches acting! and he did!!! and he looked so pretty princess while doing it!!!!!!!!! i think the plot itself Could've been interesting if they put any care into it and i feel like kyle felt the same way but im also probably projecting.. regardless quentin i love you

5. eric (what comes around)/emmett (mother may i)

cheating by doing two but i don't care!!!! i watched these on the same day back to back so they're linked in my brain. 1. he looked good as FUCK in both roles 2. i really loved that he was so Much in what comes around and that he was acting circles around the girl from stranger things with the bug eyes, very pleasing to me 3. mmi just has such a mommy issues freak swag that i can't not include it, like she is that girl

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Bonds Like Tree’s Roots- Kelvin x Female Reader – P15

P14

Tags: fluff, smut and tons of love from me to you, reader.

A little over a week had passed from that day where you two had confessed to each other and quenched your craving for affection into basically a whole day of lying in bed doing adult things, and everything was going great. Kelvin had already started his work at the Water Treatment Plant and returned to your house every day, with some of the few things from his hotel. He seemed rushed, but he even already had a copy of your key, so he could come and go without disturbing you.

That Thursday noon, he came back to your house, a bit tired from the work hours, feeling the hot sun cook his brain under his helmet as he sped away. Once he arrived, he went inside, leaving a box by the door and taking off his shirt, sweating, thinking how much he wanted a cool shower and a relaxing iced tea.

He sighed, wiping his sweaty face with his own shirt, seeing the woman standing in the kitchen who wasn't his girlfriend. He stood still, immobile, thinking for a second that it wasn't your house, but he looked around, saw your snails in the fish tank, your things. It was your house, and that was not you. Whoever it was, she wasn't even young, she must have been in her fifties, with long graying hair and a pair of generously thic glasses.

“Emm…” Kelvin hurriedly put his shirt back on, hesitating “And who are you…?

"No, who are you?" The lady approached him, studying him "Oh... OH... YOU"

"I? Ma'am… I don't know you…” He reached out his hand towards her, thinking of using his cordiality to get the information he needed “Robert Keaton, at your service”

"I'm Caroline, call me Carol" She smiled, taking his hand and feeling his muscular arm with her free hand "What a nice view..."

"MOM, PLEASE!" You half screamed, storming out of the bathroom, running up and gently pulling her away from him.

"Shit, the mother-in-law" Kelvin whispered, alerting himself, trying to appear better.

"I don't see well, but I hear like a teenager" Carol looked at you mischievously, pointing her head at the man "Mother-in-law?"

"Don't play distracted, if you already know about him" You rolled your eyes, tired "It's Kelvin, mom"

"Not that you were Robert?" She looked at the soldier, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes, both…” Kelvin sighed. “It's a long story.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Go take a shower, darling..." You told your boyfriend, gently patting his chest, "So you're also out of reach for this crazy old lady."

"I can accompany you if you feel bad" She said, looking at him from head to toe.

Your "MOM" was mixed with the soldier's "MA'AM", while she laughed outrageously.

Fortunately and unfortunately for both of us, your mother was a good woman, she just liked to joke too much and had a bad habit of being too clingy with attractive boys, so Kelvin had the uncomfortable task of seeing your mother paying too much attention to him, almost flirting with him as if she might steal her own daughter's boyfriend.

Even more when she knew something about him. At the time you had told her what the military secret allowed you to tell, explaining to her about some complicated things that you had experienced on your mission, and how that soldier had been by your side all that time, helping you, protecting you, and even what you had felt for him.

Carol was delighted with the soldier, for her, he was the man of your life, and she spent the afternoon praising him and asking more than she should. You could only breathe easy once she was gone, shortly after dinner.

"Holy crap." You closed the front door, breathing now that she was gone.

"Interesting woman." He finished drying the clean dishes. "Now I know where you got some of your intensity from."

"Don't tell me I look like her, please" You made a terrified face.

"Well..." He shrugged, leaving everything aside "You look very similar physically" He saw your terrified face "Calm down a bit, she's a good woman... It's not like your mother was a cannibal"

"She is good, but so clingy…" You arranged some things on the couch.

Kelvin nimbly approached you to hug you from behind, surprisingly. "You're clingy too, at least with me" He purred, kissing your head, squeezing you "Mmmm... It was a bit difficult to appear decent in front of your mother..."

"Speaking of clingy." You chuckled softly, feeling a certain firmness rest generously on your butt.

“You know I like to be a little horny when I shouldn't…” He kissed your neck for a long time.

You knew it and very well. Soon you were in bed, entwined between pleasure and lust.

You had come back from the bathroom, a while after finishing such manual work and you saw Kelvin lying face down, resting, his arms at his sides, his face half buried in the pillow, his back and butt exposed to the air. He was too warm, you knew it. That soldier had a rather fast metabolism and he got hot very quickly. And that was linked to one of the sequelae of his head injury, and that was, if he got too hot, he tended to get migraines, including headaches and nausea. That was why he had become so fond of iced drinks, especially tea and coffee.

“Do you want me to bring the fan? Another glass of water?" You sat next to him, worried.

"Mmmmm no..." He sighed, looking at you without moving "I'm fine, honey, it doesn't hurt"

"Okay, but stay still for a while, just in case" You combed him very gently.

“Mmmmm babe…” He purred, closing his eyes.

“Did the cuddly post coitus wake up?” You chuckled softly, gently rubbing his hair, trying not to give him a headache.

"As always" He smiled "Your caresses are my medicine against migraine"

"Cute... Weird, but cute" You sat down next to him, to begin massaging his back.

“Oh god fuck yes fuck yes aha” He growled long.

"What the fuck was all that?" You laughed long.

“I love massages, I'm a slut for massages…” He touched you with his hand, encouraging you “Come on my life… Even if it's for a little… Make it strong, okay? Break me a bone...

"Oh really?" You thought, massaging him firmly "Is it your weak point?"

"Yeeeeis" He said between moans "Oh baby... babyyy... honey... babeeee"

"You make more of a scandal receiving massages than having sex" You massaged his neck and shoulders intensely, seeing him smile in pure bliss "You look so happy... How cute!"

"Oh fffffffffuck..." He growled with a slight shudder "I love you... I love you so much, I love youuu... A little more, yes?"

"You stop worrying, relax... I'm going to spend half an hour just on this."

"I LOVE YOU" He rolled his eyes.

Although half an hour seemed little to you and you extended it to a whole hour, where your hands massaged, pressed and caressed his wide and muscular back and ass, learning his shape with your eyes and fingers, enjoying the sight and the scandalous sound concert that he did, moaning, calling you, complaining, giving growls that you had never heard from him before, while your eyes discovered details, some moles here and there, some scars that gave him a more manly air than he already was.

"How do you feel now?" You whispered, your hands running along the length of his back and beyond, caressing his skin.

"So...relaxed..." He murmured, eyes closed, half asleep in the waves of peace.

"Perfect" You lay close to him, kissing his cheek tenderly, several times, with one hand rubbing his hair "My beautiful"

"I love you soooo much... my life" He smiled, very touched and at ease "Very, very much... Roger?"

“Roger. I also love you immensely, Mr. Beautiful Butt”

“Just… the butt…?” He barely muttered, "What... about... ab...out...?"

You bit your tongue to keep from laughing. Kelvin had fallen asleep talking and was already beginning to snore softly. You barely moved to cover you both a bit with the sheet and you stayed for a while next to him, watching him sleep, barely touching his hair. He looked totally at peace, and his attractive face took on an even more beautiful aspect, if that was possible. You thought how lucky you were, how amazing he was.

Eventually you felt the exhaustion come to you, so you used his back as a pillow, hugging his waist, listening to his breathing as if it were your lullaby, falling asleep with his perfume.

P16

[thevampirediariesuniverse-1864]

Edward cullen x reader mate

Ur a new student at forks , you moved from your home town if some no where town in Alabama lol ,and it was your first day of school at forks ! You got dressed in jeans and a t shirt , you looked over your tall body 5”10 and your broad shoulders and hips and the soft squishy stomach you had , you walked out the door grabbing your brother saying “come on y/b/n, we need to go don’t wanna be late”

He said “okay Yn ,let’s go “ your brother was a year younger than you so he was in the 9th grade your a 10th grader this year . Once you two got to school you were greeted with curious on looks , I mean who wouldn’t want to stare at the chief of police’s redneck hillbilly kids .

Soon people ran up to you “ hi ! I’m mike ! It’s nice to meet you !” He said , “ oh hi I’m Yn and this is my brother y/b/n”. Mike said “ we’ll it’s nice to meet you ! Do you guys know how to get to your classes ?” You chuckled “ honestly ! Not a clue ! I could find you a giraffe on this compass but the class I’m supposed to be in …. But a chance “ mike started laughing …

That’s the first thing Edward noticed about you , you were funny , he overheard you conversation I mean your the new gir everyone’s a bit curious but when he chuckled to himself at your remark he turned to look at you … and it hit him like a time of bricks !! His mate !! He found his mate ! He looked at your you were tall … very nice he loved tall women! And your thighs!! Ughhhh he was salivating !! You were THIC !!! And that’s just how he liked his women !! Tall and thicc!

So naturally he followed you around that day , without any of your knowledge of course . The more he saw the more he loved ! How bubbly you were !! It’s like you had no filter you said what you thought at that exact moment , I mean you couldn’t help it ! And your accent was so cute !! All the y’all’s and aints and southern talking ! It’s was quirky and cute !! Just like you !

But somehow on the first day your brother made some enemies. And when break rolled around those jocks cornerd him and started beating on him ! He held he’s his own but there were 3 of them and one of him . Thankfully you came by and saw what was going on. Edward watching closely to protect you . You ran to your brother “ hey get the fuck away from my brother ! You bitch !! “ a look that Edward can only describe as death and as on your face. Grabbing one guys by the back of the shirt slamming him to the ground and got on top of him laying punch after punch.

The guys nose was bleeding and your brother finished off one leaving you and your brother against one jock . That boy hose straight for you but you swerve and mis the punch . Kicking him in the balls, you and your brother stare at tje 3 severely injured bitches that tried to beat you up . “ you fuck with my brother you fuck with me “ and with that you and your brother walked away .

Edward was in pure amazement at you . Your strength your loyalty your love ! He knew you were perfect ! And his . He couldn’t stop telling his family about how you beat those jerks up and how hot you were ! Rosalee already loved you because she heard how you beat up 3 guys ! Girl power ! Boss!! And so did emmet same reason but just because you were strong . Alice thought it’s was sweet if you to defend your family like that. Jasper was impressed as you reminded him of a warrior like himself .

Edward saw you walk in the lunchroom and almost lost his shit ! You had a black eye and bloody knuckles ! You were so fucking hot ! “ she is mine ! She is mine !!! “ edward though over and over again !! Rosalee said “ if you don’t ask her to sit with us I will !” She teased . Edward said “ yeah , good idea rose “

he got up and walked twords you “ hello yn , I was wondering if you would like to come sit with me and my family your brother too of course “ you looked over to your brother who nodded “ of course I would love to “ “ I’m edward by the way “ “ we’ll it’s nice yo meet you Edward I suspect we’ll be fast friends “. Edwards heart was racing .. well it would if it beat , but he could swear he could feel his heart racing his chest tightening love … that’s all he could explain it to be

At that you went and got a tray with your brother and came back to edwards table who pulled the chair out for you sliding it back in to when you sat down . “Thankyou Edward “ “ of course Yn … this is jasper rosalee emmet and Alice “ “it’s nice to meet you all” you said shyly , “ you too dear “ Rosalee said making you blush

You handed your tray to your brother , allowing him to eat it as you always did “ are you not going to eat anything Yn ?” Edward asked “well I’m not that hungry but y/b/n is and he is family “. Emmet mused you on “ family is that inportant to you “ you give him a cold look “ yes it is .. always and forever family above all a vow I swore many years ago “ edward knew he would become your family and one day you would say that about him

Rosalee said “ I like this one ! She’s a fighter ! She loyal and absolutely gorgeous!!! Like look at this woman !! She’s perfect ! “ you blushed so hard “ no please !! Look at yourself ! Your everything I’ve ever dreamed of being and more !! So pretty !!! Like you look like a Greek goddess “. She too blushed too ,Edward became jeleous of you two .

“ what do you enjoy Yn ?” Edward asks. “We’ll I like horse ridding art music and reading and writing “ Edward was really impressed with you “ wow that’s amazing yn “ edwards thiygys trailed away from the conversation as he thought about how he wished he could just take you in his lap and hold you petting you .

Lunch bell rang and you said your goodbyes . School eventually was out and it was of course raining . Because you and your brother had to walk home . But of course Edward came to the rescue ! “ yn , love would you like a ride home “ he asked and opened his passenger door of his Volvo “ my little passenger princess” he thought to himself with a smile “ ummm .. sure yeah it’s cold I have a new found will to live so I’ll take that ride “ edward laughed at that comment and said “ hop in “ edward took your school bag for you dropping it in the back for you and your brother got in also with the rest of the Cullens it was as full car

He drove and the car was full of laughter at your hilarious jokes or comments you were just bubbly and could make anyone laugh and fell completely comfortable ! And you truly loved everyone ! Jasper found it a bit strange how kind and loving you wer but soon saw it wasn’t just an act and you were truly on of the kindest people he’s ever met

You arrived at Charlie a house as Edward walked you to the door . “ I truly enjoyed your company today yn, I hope you eat with us tomorrow “. You smiled “ of course Edward ! I’d love to !” At that you walked in the house closing the door as Edward smiled .

That night Edward became restless at the thoughts of you so he just decided to go and watch you sleep . And so he did . He watched your large chest rise and fall your giant breasts moving . How he loved your body ! How he loved you !! He couldn’t resist and slowly crawled into bed cuddling into you just holding you as you slept protecting you

The next morning came you felt as though someone was watching you .. protecting you . You woke your brother for school to realize he was really sick so you cooked him soup and told him to drink plenty and just reheat the soup if he got hungry .

You set off to school . Arriving you were greeted by Edward who handed you a biscuit. “Picked this up for you while we were at the dinner this mornin thought you might be hungry “ you realized in the first bit this wasn’t a normal dinner biscuit it was a salted ham biscuit your grandparents called them a southern delecasy and no one else’s ate them it was a southern tradition and you couldn’t be more greatfull “ awww Edward !! THANKYOU so much !!! My grandparents made my these biscuits back in Alabama I haven’t had them is so long !!” Edward said “ of course ! It’s no trouble “. “ thankyou Edward really “ you said softly wrapping hi. In a soft hug . He quickly hugged back ! Tightly .

Sadly you had to go your separate ways . But you met up for break and ended up just laying In the grass talking and laughing as you played with his hands . He realized you were probably cold so he wrapped his jacket around you “ Thankyou Edward “ as you cuddled into him . He took in every moment and memorized it by heart .

But of course the bell rang and you had to return to class you tried to give Edward back his jacket but he refused “ no love it looks to good on you “

At the luch table edward asked if you wanted to leave and go somewhere for lunch you said yes and Edward walked you out to his car opening the door for you helping you in .

Lunch was amazing Edward was the perfect gentleman and treated you so nicely paying for the whole thing you went back to his car sitting there for a moment

you ended up in his lap and him stroking your hair as you fell asleep like a little kitten .. his little kitten

[hellfiremunsonn]

STEVE PLACING YOUR HAND ON YOUR LOWER STOMAH WHILE Y’ALL FUCK AND YOU CAN FEEL HIM INSIDE OF YOU

ALRIGHT WHO THE FUCK SENT THIS

IM TRYING NOT TO BE HORNY AND YOU GIVE ME THIS?????

GOD I LOVE HIM

I NEED HIM.

(he'd be so fucking feral about it, cause you KNOW he has a breeding kink, and it's a little uncomfy because he's a thic boi but he's babbling about how good you feel, how deep he is, and how far he's going to pump his cum into you)

[i-dont-care-yall-hate]

This story is called where are you Wory. Wory was 16 years old he was still a Virgin and was innocent as can be he was scared to come out to be whatever he wanted to be therefore he was not gay he still was like trying to figure out what he was he had a crush on this girl name Isabella she was beautiful she had long black hair with her nails painted red and she had lovely pink plus up lips. He would stare at her in class and one day in class she notices his bright hazle eye staring at her she was at first startled but she noticed his amazing looks. Their teacher says it's time for partner work Isabella starts walking towards Wory. Wory looks her up and down and they make eye contact. She ''says wanna be my partner or are you just gonna keep staring at me. A shiver goes down her spine . When she hears his deep voice speak. "My fault yo I got a question are u going to that party tonight" you should lowkey go wit me" she stares at his lips as he speaks. "YES !. She says loud. Wory says "damn your fine ass wanna go with me that bad. Damn do you know the things I would do to your small ass if you kept saying yes like that. She smiles and says in his ear tell me what you'll do to me at the party and walks away.

Later that night. Isabella sees a rock hit her window

She gets scared and slowly walks up to it and looks out the window and sees Wory waving

She starts smiling and laughing. He yells "bring a swim suit " she grabs her bikini. She looks at him "says if you drop me where fighting and chuckles. Wory looks at her and laughs chill mamas I would never drop you fine ass. She jumps and she feels his strong body against her small fun size body. She feels his muscles he slowly puts her down. Later on they finally get to the party. Some boy stares at her and she starts feeling uncomfortable. Wory grabs her by her waist and "says ma you good. Isabella says yea and says I need go change and starts walking to the bathroom Wory walks right behind her. Isabella "says can i change Wory looks at her and " says yea change and looks right at her body smiling. Wory "says damn that ass thic as fuck and chuckles. He picks her up and puts her on the sink against the bathroom mirror he feels her breath against his lips he kisses her he puts his tongue in her mouth and bites her lip . He stops then looks at her. She's blushing and breathing hard. He "says I wanna hear your sweet sounds. He lifts her body up a little bit. He rubbers her clit and Isabella leaves out a small moan. She whimper and say Wory y-ou c-an't d-o t-his r-ight n-ow. Wory laughs and says I don't give a fuck he enters his fingers into her she moan and whimpers Loud. He "says damn if you finna be loud might as well scream my name. He starts fingering her pussy she moans more more he stops Isabella I want you to count how many times ima make you cum for me. Isabella whimpers and " say I'm gonna cum. Wory "says tf no you not hold that shit in. He picks her up and enters his d in her Isabella says fuck I can't handle it Wory your cock is to big. Wory force it in her and he feels her wet lovely jucies on his big cock. Wory starts thrusting into her tight pussy. Isabella starts screaming his name well he goes faster and faster. "WORY WORY WORY FUCK SO HARD" . Isabella says I'm gonna to c - u -m. And the the story stops here I'll make part 2 soon 💀

[fr-wiwiw]

If I can't pull him then Imma draw him *excuses & sad noises*

[chibi-n92]

Okay he is the biggest fucking derp EVER!!!!