#me while drawing this: some kind of dilf

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Day 16 of OCtober is "food" so here's Bueford in some kind of ad for his bagel shop

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Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 4

Propaganda

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show

We didn’t do hot Glenn summer for him to LOSE. Spoilers for his story but MORE PROPAGANDA FOR YOU:

Young hot rocker dilf

Loyal to his dead wife <3

Does in fact smoke weed

BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)

His band was a Christmas cover band btw.

Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy

Anti government (ofc)

Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)

Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??

Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch

One incredibly buff arm

Has a pet rat named after his son <3

Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged

OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE

HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON

A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)

HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS

IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED

Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence

Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!

I can’t put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.

Listen, I don't know this other character but I've seem some good arguments for her However Consider Glenn Close winning through no effort of his own in a bullshit way despite being a dick is the most in character thing ever. He leveled up three times and got a crab mech, we GOT to give him this win, it's fitting

I don’t regulate if minors follow me or not bc I’m a pretty chill space but I hope the world is aware that’s the only reason I haven’t been downright nasty about Glenn close. I’m down bad. I’m NOT in the boat of ‘Glenn isn’t sexy but I want him to win bc it’s my fandom’. I would estimate I have 200+ drawings of Glenn on my phone that AREN’T safe for work. Way more that are. Where did they come from? That’s MY business. But I tell you this fact to assure you- Glenn IS sexy. I’m not voting to represent my fandom I’m voting out of TRUTH AND LOVE. IF YOU DON’T GET IT YOU DON’T GET IT!!! I just think my level of feral over this man is more powerful than y’all realize. If you don’t get his sex appeal that’s okay, but don’t doubt that this is my truth.

Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so

HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS X’S AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY X’S. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. There’s absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they don’t really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. Do you think pickman needs this to feel good about herself? Can she not accept a loss for the sake of a pathetic father? Can she shake hands with the minivan fucker and his human gun and just take the L on this one? He did not do the BDSM episode for this I’ll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.

Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.

Mod Note 2: This tournament is about fictional podcast characters. Please do not vote for the real actress Glenn Close.

Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance):

Is somehow the hot twin between her and Taako

Lup Bluejeans (née... Taaco? Tacco? Taco? Tako? who tf knows this is why I'm going with her husband's last name. doylistly she gets her last name from her brother whose last name is given as "Taako again but spelled differently"): Hot, funny, smart and undead. Is there anything else you could want in a woman?? Well, in case there is: she's also canonically trans

LUP IS THE HOTTEST. VOTE LUP.

[kirschteinoir]

about you.

vendetta!leon kennedy x reader.

❝ ”and I'll miss you on a train, i'll miss you in the mornin'. i never know what to think about...” “i think about you.” ❞

leon has a favourite bar and one day, you decide to visit him there.

wc; 2277

!! gender-neutral reader but wearing perfume is mentioned, i wrote this with a slight age-gap in mind (what can i say i love me a dilf) but can be read without, drinking, mutual pining (TENSION!!!), leon is a bit of a lewser in this sorry i can’t resist writing cringefail leon

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢!𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯-𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺,,, 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱

to anyone but you, it sounded like he was just talking nonsense about an arbitrary bar on the wrong side of town. no one gave leon more than a nod of acknowledgement every time he brought it up, wondering what was so special about this place. but not you - you slipped him a telling smile as he spoke, peering through his long blond lashes.

you hadn’t seen the D.S.O agent in a few months now - you’d had your own commitments and he’d had his. this didn’t stop him from crossing your mind often during your missions: you thought about his eyes, once sky-blue bright but now dull and frozen over like the arctic, his soft blond hair, which was so often matted with blood and sweat that you weren’t even sure he was blond for a while after you met him.

you didn’t know why you’d suddenly had the urge to grace this side of town with your presence, the side that is lit only by neon signs and cigarette butts. the rain patters against your umbrella as you wander down the alleys and the clack of your expensive shoes against the asphalt echoes in the narrow spaces. for a reason unknown even to you, you’d slipped into your best clothes before you’d left - the kind of clothes you reserved for official government meetings and stuffy medal ceremonies. you’d even sprayed a little extra of your expensive perfume in hopes that he would compliment it like he always did.

your relationship with leon was complex to say the least. all you knew of him were longing gazes after the other had left the room, a lingering touch for a second too long as you handed paperwork to him or when he brushed past you in doorways. you knew nothing of his past - his family, his friends or how he became one of america’s best B.O.W hunters - but you could paint his face from memory and pick out his cologne in a blind test. you could map the freckles on his face and trace your fingers over the stubble on his cheeks.

the hour becomes later and later as you sweep past various storefronts and other shifty establishments - some closed for the night, some advertising theri after-hour ventures. you decided to allow yourself to indulge in your thoughts of leon tonight: how had you met again? no matter how hard you tried, you blanked every time you thought about your first meeting with leon. to you, he felt like someone you had never not known and had always been a part of your life (and by extension a part of you). this line of work had a reputation for numbing you to the human condition, making everyday feel the same and replacing your earlier happier memories with unspeakable horrors.

it’s not long before you find yourself in front of a non-descript wooden door that had been painted over so many times and beaten by the elements that it appears a dull, unassuming brown. the glass windows have blackened with the build-up of grime and the brass handle is half-rust by now.

there’s no name, no sign: just a single flickering LED light to draw your attention to the uneven step sitting poised under the door, reading to ensnare the oblivious and send them flying. you lower your umbrella, feeling the rain mist your face as you shake off the excess water and tuck it under your arm. a deep breath escapes you as you push open the door, the wood dragging over the stone with an ugly screech.

you step inside and drop your umbrella into the basket by the door, sighing as you glanced around.

this is exactly the place where leon would be on a day like this.

despite looking unkempt and almost abandoned on the outside, it was rather cosy on the inside thanks to the cheap yellow lights casting a sickly warm glow. very few tables littered the bar floor and even fewer customers to occupy the sticky stools. those who had chosen to sit at the tables sat alone, their backs facing everyone else. they sipped their drinks like robots, staring into space or at the cigarette smoke dancing up from the ashtrays. their gaze barely flickered to you as the door slammed behind you.

there was no ambient music, no chatter - nothing to audibly entice you except the thump of pitchers on the tables or the clumsy clink of a bottleneck against a glass.

there was only one man sat at the bar. you dust down your clothes and clear your throat a little - you weren’t actually expecting him to have to face him tonight. the air feels sluggish as you march over to the bartender and ask for an extra dry martini. he nods once to let you know that he heard you before turning around, effectively leaving you alone with him.

“long day?” the deep timbre of his voice shakes you out of your thoughts as you bite back a smile. you turn to face him, resting your elbow on the grimy bar counter.

“everyday is a long day,” you respond with an honest edge in your voice. his features look tired and worn even under the soft yellow glow of the lights. he chuckles at your response and takes another sip of his drink, pretty pink lips wrapping around the cool glass. you watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows the last of it in one go. you avert your eyes, your heart racing a little.

leon doesn’t need to look at you to know that you’re beautiful today, as you are everyday. even when the pair of you have been covered in blood and guts and you have mud all over your hair and face and your under-eyes show your many sleepless nights, leon still finds you breathtaking. he’ll never forget when you both met for the first time: you, a new recruit just wanting to make the world a better place and him, already numb to the things he’d been forced to endure. the mischievous glint in your eye as you sized him up and how you got him to smile within the first fifteen minutes of knowing him will remain in his memory forever.

he can feel your gaze on him as his glass clinks against the wooden table. clearly, you’re waiting for an invitation to sit with him - he wants to tell you that you don’t need one, ever.

“i don’t bite,” he muses, his finger circles the rim of his empty glass absent-mindedly.

your laugh makes him feel lighter than any mixture of spirit and liquor ever could as you slide over to the stool next to his.

“geez, you reek of liquor. how long have you been at this shithole?”

you raise your eyebrows as you sip your martini, swallowing dryly. now you’re beside him you can see the details of his face: his rough stubble, the faint wrinkles on his forehead from the constant furrowing of his eyebrows and, your favourite, his long blond lashes guarding his cerulean eyes like reeds around a pond. his irises are brighter than normal but still hint at exhaustion and you try not to stare for too long.

leon doesn’t respond: he doesn’t feel as though he needs to. he knows you know the answer to your own question, as if the empty bottle beside his gloved hand wasn’t a dead giveaway.

you mutter his name under your breath as you reprimand him lightly and he feels a lump forming in his throat as his heart skips a beat. his fingers tighten around his glass and he finally allows himself the privilege of looking at you for the first time since you walked in here.

he draws in a quick breath as he’s engulfed by your appearance: you’re a deity to him as you swirl your drink, watching the gin swish against the side of your martini glass. leon feels utterly undeserving of your company and he sighs, letting his hair fall over his eyes.

he doesn’t want to burden you by falling for you.

“what are you doing here?” he asks gruffly, no longer wanting the attention to be on him. he watches from the corner of his eye as you shrug.

“you kept talking about this place so much that i had to come and check it out. i had a gut feeling you’d be here tonight.”

leon smirks and stares down at his calloused hands: the ones that wield pistols with the same ease as he does his toothbrush. his fingertips, constantly smeared with gunpowder, should never be allowed to touch you. his smirk falls.

“pretty miserable gut feeling then, if it led you to me,” he jokes softly. his bad habit of self-deprecation made him cringe but you laugh, downing the last of your martini.

“ever the optimist, leon. lighten up, will you? i haven’t seen you in ages. don’t you think it’s fate that we met tonight?” the alcohol was beginning to daub your judgement and although you only half-believed in what you were saying, the thought that seeing leon tonight was because of divine intervention made you smile. you lean closer to the blond, trying to coax a more relaxed side of him out.

he’s caught off-guard by your openness and lifts his glass to his lips to ease the awkwardness of his reaction. it’s empty though, so he sets it down again.

“fate? i...i don’t believe in fate...”

you roll your eyes playfully at his leon-esque response.

“you know what i mean. it’s funny though, because i was just thinking about you the other day.” you’d meant it to sound light-hearted and friendly but leon senses something else hiding between your words. he raises an eyebrow at you, genuinely curious.

“thinking about me? to what do i owe the honour?”

he finally turns to face you fully, crossing his arms over his chest. his leather jacket squeaks as he anticipates your reply.

“nothing like that...” you begin, sensing the smugness of his question. “you just crossed my mind, s’all.”

your answer doesn’t satisfy leon but he doesn’t push you, knowing you’d let him in eventually - you often found yourself being more chatty, more open, more vulnerable when you spoke alone with leon. it constantly eluded you as to why: he didn’t exactly have the most welcoming personality. you just couldn’t help yourself, taking his comfortable silence as a sign to continue whatever you were rambling on about. it was a dangerous habit that you knew you had to reign in, for both of your sakes.

he notices the lull in conversation and his throat starts to close up - his hands feel a little clammy and he realises that he doesn’t want you to leave just yet.

“can i get you another drink?”

your cheeks heat a little as you nod. “sure. i’ll just have another martini,” you say sweetly.

he nods stiffly and flags down the bartender. he doesn’t order a refill for himself, which honestly surprises you.

“are you tapping out for the night?” you joke, motioning to his empty glass with a smirk.

the blond dares to chuckle at your joke, shaking his head. now that you were here, he wanted to remember every second of it and he knew another bottle would breach his usual limit. no, he was very much staying sober from now on.

“a thank you would be nice,” he quips, leaning forward and resting his arms against the table. he steals another glance at you, getting lost in your features as he commits them to memory for the millionth time, afraid of ever forgetting you. he doesn’t realise he’s staring until you clear your throat softly and look towards the bottles of liquor lined up behind the bar.

“thanks...”

“you look nice today,” leon blurts out at the same time as you thank him. he immediately fidgets in his seat, not meaning to speak over you.

whilst leon has complimented you before (nice shot!, you just saved my ass., good work today. ect) this one felt new. it stirred something within you that you had been trying to suppress ever since you first joined the D.S.O. your gaze snaps up to his face and you try to discern his own feelings right now. he was making it difficult though, by refusing to look at you.

“thank you, leon,” you say tenderly.

god, the way you said his name had his mind reeling. he sucks in a sharp breath at your tone, knowing he was fighting a losing battle by trying to stay on his side of the line.

“sorry..i-” what was he even apologising for?

you cut him off by placing a hand on his arm as an attempt at reaching out to leon, hoping he’ll meet you halfway. his cornflower eyes flicker up to yours in surprise and you can see his lashes fluttering as he figures out what to say next.

“there’s this new vietnamese restaurant that opened up near my place. i’ve been meaning to go recently but i’ve always been away on missions...”

his eyes visibly soften and he relaxes as he realises what you’re doing.

“oh really?” he breathes, daring to glance at your lips for a fraction of a second. this doesn’t go unnoticed by you and you smile.

“yeah. i was thinking of going tomorrow actually. around 7.”

after a pause, leon nods.

“maybe you’re right. fate did bring us together tonight.”

you bite back a laugh, taking another sip of your martini.

about me. 

[shalomniscient]

TELL ME MORE ABOUT SEVCHINO LORE PLEASE🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

hello alba !!! i admit i haven't thought about canon-compliant sevchino in a long time...... but modern!au sevchino has been ping-ponging in my brain instead. this is about to be so delusional so bear with me ,,,,,,,,

i used to brainrot ceo!arle but then i was given the vision by apollo himself of pediatrics!arle and that has been how she appears to me ever since. i most definitely would not be working with her in the hospital because i was simply not built for the medical grind, though in an ideal world by the point arle becomes the head of pediatrics, i'd be at best an associate prof or at least an assistant prof of ecology, though on tenure track regardless. going into academia and teaching at a university level specifically has always appealed to me so i'm going to indulge a little hsdljfhslf

in modern!au i think arle and i would meet a lot later than in canon. i'd probably find her when we're both in uni, out under a tree somewhere near the campus and just staring at a particularly interesting spider. we would have a nerd to nerd moment and talk some shop about spiders or bugs in general until it becomes kind of a routine. the rest of the relationship would be a pretty linear and typical progression. we don't really go on regular dates because premed is ridiculously demanding, so most of the time it's good ol' study dates. i offer my arm or leg for her to draw all the various veins and arteries on when studying anatomy because her own limbs have that black tinge and she can't really see her own veins. despite that, i feel like arle's hands tend to run a little hot, like a noticeable kind of hot, which makes for excellent massages whenever i'm dying over a 3k word report.

anyway the university i would teach at would have an affiliated hospital, which is also the hospital arle works at. my schedule would definitely be more relaxed than hers, so i'd probably be the one crossing campus to meet up with her for lunch in her office if she's free. from my own experience, if you turn up at the hospital often enough people start to remember you and then you unlock the honorary staff member pass and can head in through the staff walkways. arle's office is professional most of the time, though i can tell if she's had a patient come through recently by the miscellaneous children's toys scattered on a section of the carpeted floor that she didn't clean up in time. she keeps a family picture on her desk, and in her drawer, tucked away in a large, meticulous file are nearly a hundred thank-you cards written by her patients that she's kept over the years.

arle definitely draws a few stares on the rare occasion she meets me at my office instead. funnily enough, i think it draws a bit of controversy with the students. arle doesn't wear her ring on the job (there's a risk of damaging it or accidentally hurting her patient, and the fact that wearing any sort of jewellery is generally discouraged when scrubbing up) while i do, so the students put 2 and 2 together and it's not a pretty picture. but things clear up when a student comes in for a thesis discussion and sees the wedding picture on my desk. it still makes for a funny story in hindsight though. in any case, arle is most certainly a local dilf, and if any of the sevchino kids are in university at this point they do NOT hear the end of it. arle always showing up in the labcoat-over-scrubs fit and somehow eating it up does not help.

we have a place close to campus, though with arle's salary as a department head we definitely also have a beach house. we'd go there on weekends when arle's not on call, and it's her time to unwind. she'll wake up early just to spend the dawn on the deck and watch the sunrise over the ocean before crawling back into bed. i am still in charge of breakfast though because arle would make toast and steak tartare, and while it is certainly tasty it is also generally not a breakfast food. anyway, long walks on the beach in the morning, evening or night are definitely a must. it's nothing special, just walking and talking. sometimes it's just quiet, but it works for both of us. OH and arle 100% does her fuckass hand fishing nonsense...... i could tell her i plan to cook fish tonight and she'll look up from her newspaper, nod, change into a pair of swim shorts, leave, then come back with like. a whole ass flounder. do i grill her a little for going out and just grabbing fish? yes. do i still give her a thank you kiss? also yes.

ok it's. 0100 and i need sleep for the gym grind tmrw so i will end it here but this brainrot goes DEEP i fear........................ my chronic inability to stfu is rattling around in my skull like a terrible creature and i fear it will return 😔😔😔 tqsm for the question though, i really enjoyed answering it !!

[lale-txt]

✤ [ns.fw] moaning out the wrong name during sex ↳ w/ Rayleigh, Roger, Garp & Kaido (gn!reader)

a/n: a lil reupload! reading this again reminded me that this was one of the very first pieces i practiced writing genderneutral smut on. a fun reminder to try that again more often this year, especially for smaller drabbles like these. also this was a really, really fun prompt with some of my fav dilfs & gilfs, hehe...

contains: ns.fw under the cut, gn!reader (no pronouns used, no descriptive words for genitalia, open to interpretation which kind of hole gets penetrated), penetration, dirty talk, rough sex, cum play, oral (reader receiving), babygirlification of Kaido ehehe

word count: 1.7k

❦ 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡

You were so close.

One hand gripping the edge of the desk, the other buried in Rayleigh’s long blonde hair as he sucked and circled the aching arousal between your thighs without getting tired. His tongue flickers over your bundle of nerves, sending flashes of lust and pleasure throughout your whole body, your raspy moans bouncing off the walls of your cabin. You feel him smiling against your sex, visibly enjoying your reaction and offering you another finger for extra pleasure; you react by pulling him closer by his hair against the dripping mess that he had caused. He’s been down there for at least half an hour without showing any signs of exhaustion…

“Fuck…. fuck—”, you whimper, your walls clenching around him with each of his thrusts. “Harder, I’m almost there, harder… Roger–”

A wave of pleasure crashes over you, the knot in your stomach snapping, a sweet release tickling throughout your whole body. Finally. You sigh in relief and in satisfaction, still rolling on a high from the rush of endorphins flooding your body. This had been much needed. Your legs over Rayleigh’s shoulder are still shaking when he looks up again, a sly smile on his glistening lips as he adjusts his glasses with sticky fingers.

“You just called out Roger’s name instead of mine.” – “And? You did the same last week.”

You pull him up by his hair to your face, leaning in for a kiss that tasted just like you, the both of you chuckling softly. Yes, you were head over heels in love with each other. Yes, both of you still couldn’t get your captain out of your head while fucking, so what…? Rayleigh pins you down on the desk, his length lined up at your entrance, ready to glide in, when you hear a knock and a familiar voice at the door.

“You called me?"

❦ 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫

Roger’s cock was buried fully inside of you, he was fucking you deep and slow from behind while spooning you. It was almost romantic if only he didn’t whisper all those dirty things in your ear, making you twitch around his throbbing cock. His fingers of one hand were circling your hard nipples, teasing them fondly and sending waves of lust through your body, while his other fingers were slipping between your lips, making you suck on them.

You were desperate for him to speed up his pace, to pound you into the mattress and fuck you through all of your orgasms like he always did, often laughing out loud from pleasure. You knew you had to beg for it or else he had the stamina to fuck you slowly like that for three days straight.

“Fuck me harder, please”, you whine, arching your back more to feel him deeper than he already was. Roger chuckles and admires the view of his cock sliding in and out of your core, glistening from all the lube he used for you to be able to take him. “Fill me up, fuck me hard, please, please...” 

He gives your ass one good spank, another when he hears your sweet moans muffled into the pillow. He was teasing you, speeding up his pace for the heat of a second, pounding you from behind, only to pull you closer to him and hold still while your walls around him clench like crazy. You were about to lose your mind, your hips drawing circles in his lap just to get some kind of friction.

“Please, Rayleigh, fuck me, please…”, you beg, your hands gripping the sheets. Roger laughs out loud suddenly. What’s so funny? If that was supposed to be degrading, it made you more… confused?

“You did it again”, he snickers, kissing your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “I know for a fact that Rayleigh gives good cock, but can he also do this?”

Roger flips you around on your stomach, spreading your cheeks wide as he shoves himself so deep inside of you that his balls slap against your throbbing core. You gasp in surprise and let out a chuckle, startled but also very turned on by his sudden movements. The lewd sounds of flesh on flesh filled the whole room as he fucks you until sunrise, showing you how good a captain’s cock really is…

❦ 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐨

You were bouncing up and down on Kaido’s cock as you straddle him, facing his legs. He was obedient to you, letting you use him as a fuck toy to your own likening; only occasionally he would pull you deeper by your hips onto his cock, when he was feeling extra needy, when your insides melted his length until his thick load was dripping from your core, running down your inner thighs.

Knowing he could smash your skull if he wanted to only gave it some extra thrill; though he would never. Who else would ride him like that, fearless and with such stamina that he was begging for release while you were edging on your second orgasm already? 

His hands were holding onto your legs, as if he wanted to make sure you don’t crawl away from his cock, his big fingers digging into your flesh as you grinded on him, crying out in pleasure, crying out his name.

Or so you thought.

Just when you are about to cum, he lets go of your legs, folding his massive arms in front of his chest. Pouting. You spin around to look over your shoulder, worried you might have hurt him, which you did but in another way than expected. 

“Babygirl, what’s the matter?”, you ask with worry in your voice, sliding off him to crawl up on his chest, your fingers drawing small circles on his tattooed skin. He didn’t look you in the eyes, moreover it seemed like he was about to shed a tear? He hadn’t drank that much tonight so it couldn’t possibly be a phase and usually he only cried after he came. 

“If you’re thinking about someone else during sex, that’s fine, maybe just don’t tell me…”, he glowered, visibly hurt. It takes you a second to understand what he meant, your brain still foggy from the high you just were about to reach.

Oh.

You take his face between your hands, plastering it with kisses in apology. You can feel his features soften under your touch, but he still tries to act offended. Only when you gently brush his cheek and kiss him from his temples down to his neck he would prop himself up on his underarms, looking you in the eyes. You twirl his long hair between your fingers.

“You know you’re my one and only babygirl, right?”, you ask, letting a finger run down his chest as you batted your eyes at him. “No one compares to you.”

He grumpily pulls you in for a kiss. You knew he could never be mad at you for too long. And now that you soothed him a little, that babygirl was about to show you what that mouth can do…

❦ 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐩

Garp’s hands were all over your body. One second they were fondling your nipples, the next they explored all of your holes, leaving you panting and gasping in his open mouth, begging him to finally make you cum.

You were straddling him in his big office chair, your arms wrapped around his neck as grinded on his throbbing cock over his pants, feeling him growing underneath your greedy movements. Your fingers claw into his bare chest under his unbuttoned shirt, leaving soft red trails on his skin; his smile widening every time you trembled and whined. 

He visibly enjoyed turning you into a whole mess in his lap, admiring you every so often when he offers you his fingers to lower yourself onto, curling them up to rub that sensitive spot inside of you that makes you melt and beg. You craved his cock, but sure, skilled fingers like that were a start, too.

You almost sigh in relief when he allows you to unwrap his cock with shaking hands, his fingers pumping still inside of you. You spit in your hands and caress his tip, one hand of yours was not enough to wrap around it fully. The precum leaking was a nice touch to it, making you admire his cock as if it was a piece of art. You doubted that you were able to take him in fully, but you never shied away from a challenge and this sure was about to become one…

“Now, now…”, he mutters when he watches you grinding on his cock in lust and awe. “Let me help you with that.” He reaches for the bottom drawer and pulls out a tube of lube, spreading it over his length with a few hard pumps to make sure it was hard and wet enough for you to take him all in. When he stretches your tight entrance little by little, you can’t help but gasp, your fingers clenching his shirt as he slowly guides you all the way down.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Sengoku…”, you moan, panting heavily against his chest. You didn’t dare to move, the sensation of being filled up by him was almost enough to push you over the edge. Only when you hear him laugh out loud, you rewind the last three seconds, realizing… you made a mistake. “Shit. Fuck. Garp. Listen, I’m–”

Garp shuts you up with a deep kiss and grabs you by the hips as he starts thrusting inside of you. Was he not mad? Why was he laughing that mischievously? You couldn’t think clearly at all with his cock stirring up your insides and his body heat melting you under his touch. Only when he leans over to his desk, his cock still buried deep inside of you, and as he starts reaching for the Den Den Mushi, it dawns on you what he was about to do…

“Try to stay quiet for me, can you do that?”, he asks, his voice hot and raspy against your ear as he dials the number he knows by heart. Your walls start clenching around him, begging for a sweet release, already sensing what was about to happen. 

“Sengoku? It’s me…”

[yoinkschief]

Me when I men

Dog Teeth AU Tom Character Reference Sheet

WARNING: Slight NSFW - Mild, Non-Explicit Nudity under the cut

My other husband I love him so much let me kiss you on the lips volatile ball of angst and anger

My poor boy was cursed with his father's hairline and sress he cannot carry,,, to be fair that last bit was his own doing

I sure hope he looks nautical enough,, I mean I want him to nautical INSPIRED, not a member of the marine court, y'know?

My lover said "very Garp of him" and I think that's that One Piece Marine DILF guy so that's a plus :)

I also wanted his outfit to be a direct contrast to Tord's - I mean red and blue are already contrasts on the color wheel but kinda so is green so I wanted a little more driving force: white against Tord's blacker color palette

While white is supposed to represent purity, I assure you, Tom is anything but

It's more a reflection of how the characters see themselves: Tord KNOWS he's a piece of shit and happily flaunts it because no one can do anything about, he holds it with pride even

But Tom doesn't believe he's being an ass, he thinks he's genuinely doing the right thing or at the very least the lesser of the two evils he was forced into, and than on it's own has some merit but this is just to say Tom isn't exactly the "savior" of the story despite what the white palette may suggest

It certainly is what he wants to portray to the public, however

Mmmmm mann

I'm apparently really into sharp contrasts or something cause I keep shading with very bright colors against very dark shadows,,,, it's really fun actually so whateva

Also that cape thing Tom wears ? Worst thing ever, it's like a texture issues but instead of the texture bothering him it's the uneven amount of weight, like he's painfully aware it's on his left shoulder and not his right and it irks him so badly but "it carries his rebellion's symbol so he has to wear it in public" or whatever

He's really only seen wearing it during important or public matters, when it counts

Otherwise that thing's in the bin

Back in his OG style but with the horrible hairline and salt in his hair

He got a day off

He snuck out of the lime light

"Ohh I drew him naked to show off his tattoos and to talk about them"

No I didn't

I'm a liar

I drew him naked cause I wanted to draw his tits so I did, simple

But I will talk about his tattoos some more :)

First of all: That scar on his left shoulder is from the house rubble, that cut we see on his arm at the end of The End pt. 2, yeah that's where that comes from

As for his tattoos,,

I know I've explained these somewhere but I'm explaining them again cause I dunno if I explained it someone's DMs or not lol

The Harpoon tattoos are pretty self explanatory, and I also just wanted to show off colored tattoos on darker skin complexions cause that's the stupidest argument I've ever heard and black/dark skinned people should be able to get colored tattoos

The rest are kind of important to Tom and the story line,,,ish?:

the Shark Teeth tattoo comes from the time he visited Hawaii to find out more about his father and his Father's side of the family and their customs, traditions, his heritage, etc. etc.

To make a long story short: there's a reason his father doesn't talk about his side of the family often, but it didn't ruin his experience while visiting some lesser hostile family members in Hawaii like his cousins, and he even got to surf with them - which was when they decided to convince him to get the Shark Teeth tattoo

On top of Tom just being really obsessed with sharks and having infinite knowledge on all things shark related, it's supposed to represent strength, guidance and protection which I think is very fitting for Tom

The "Wolf" tattoo kinda stands out because Tom's Irish, not Scottish or any sort of Norse. So why the Nordic rune?

Well :)

Back when Tom and Tord lived together, they weren't always at each other's throats

I think I mentioned this in my Strip Mafia AU reference sheet for Tord ignore how I forgot to flesh out Tom's,,, I have it I just haven't cleaned it up yet but I'm gonna rehash it here really quick:

Tord gave everyone in the house a tattoo he thought best represented them, including himself (which was the Ouroboros tattoo seen on his character sheet) and Tom's was the rune for "wolf" and I think there are very obvious reasons behind it

Tom stays around his friends a lot, he's got more bite than bark, very unfriendly to outsiders, the list goes on really

It's so odd seeing Tom in so much white if I'm being honest

I'm so used to him being in like angst blacks and greys and I don't think he's adjusting any better himself LOL

[ms--lobotomy]

Since you tagged me in this poll I feel the need to answer with my thoughts for all of them. You know, for funsies.

40k Guilliman: pretty good option. He’s (somewhat) mentally stable and has talked it out with you beforehand. Though I am curious on where he acquired primarch-grade bondage equipment. Is that why it was planned months in advance? Was he spending all that time just trying out different kinds of ropes and chains that could hold him like some sort of kinky parody of Fenrir from norse mythology?? Also, he deserves sex that has him relax and not possibly shatter his partner’s pelvis, let that man rest. 8/10.

Corrupted Horus: We all enjoy a very evil and very charismatic man from time to time. And the chaos gods which are currently kinda wearing Horus’ body like a condom are one of the options presented in this poll. But before your mind gets carried away with the fantasy of hot mean DILF, we have to think: He’s still a DILF. And so his taste in music will be that of a Dad. So get ready for him to blast Imagine Dragons while sexily taking his shirt off. You plead for him to strip faster, not because you’re horny but because you hope that when he does so he’ll turn the rock & roll cover of Thunder off and fuck you properly. He won’t. 1/10.

Jaghatai: No words other than those of approval. No thoughts other than those of lust. 9/10.

Ferrus Manus pre-heresy: Not sure why you specified pre-heresy but maybe I don’t have enough imagination for a post-heresy lewding scenario, but I digress. So I feel that the sex wouldn’t be the main draw of the situation here, instead it’s more to do with trying to make a guy feel better about a body part that he wants to peel his metal-skin off of. Ferrus is a dude that has simultaneously given all of his children body dysmorphia (that they try to fix by replacing their body parts with tech) while also wanting to get rid of the most technological part of himself. And he won’t even tell people a direct answer about where he got the technological metal hands from anyway. This man is an enigma and the sex is just a backdrop for the true scenario; which is the Ferrus Manus character exploration that’s going on. So to judge purely by the sex itself it’s a solid 5/10.

Daemon Magnus: This dude will not only do all of what you specified. But he’ll also add Gale from bg3 astral plane type sex into the mix. The only limit is your imagination Babey!!! 11/10 (he may have used his psychic powers to mess with the rating).

Leman Russ: What’s not to love about a big scary man in a collar? What’s not to love about a living war machine getting restrained like they’re a simple animal?? Though him eventually breaking out of it would imply that my skills in Husband husbandry are poor, and that might make me kind of sad. 7/10 (would change it to 8/10 if you also put a muzzle on him)

Pre-Heresy Fulgrim: The number one rule of kink fantasy is that nothing will work out as perfectly as you want it to, something will always go differently than it did in your imagination because, fun fact, your partner is not a mind reader (and even if they were it’s not like they can control every action/reaction they do/have). If you fuck him he will be very very very disappointed in you and will act like a bitch about it. 3/10 (the sex stops midway through because you ruined his expectations too many times).

Rogal Dorn: The way im about to sexualise that middle aged man. Oh boy… well first of all I’ll- [REDACTED BY THE INQUISITION. SUMMONS A DAEMON OF SLAANESH IF THE TEXT IS READ OUT LOUD]. 9.5/10.

30k Corvus Corax: Now while he can’t be perceived, I can. In fact I am very perceivable. Unlike Corvus’ furtive emo outfits my fashion sense consists of wearing the most sparkly and shiny accessories all the time and in very large quantities. I dress as though I’m trying to sound like one of santa’s reindeer or a sentient human windchime. And my penchant to talk very loudly knows no bounds. So combining his extreme stealth with my extreme unstealth gives us the average of The Normal Amount Of Noticeability. Which would get us both arrested for indecent exposure. 0/10 because i don’t want to go to jail.

Sanguinius: also a pretty good option. Though I question how a man who had big issues with being deified by the mortal populace would feel about having his more “angelic” features worshipped. But I’m sure I can make it work. 7.5/10.

In conclusion: the vote goes to Magnus, but if he wasn’t there then Dorn would be attaining the title of “babygirl” real fucking fast.

Time to /finally/ answer some asks. This isn't a knock on you by any means, or anyone who's sent asks. I'm just not very good at it lol

Robby G: Listen. L i s t e n. This man is 1. the type to have a schedule for sex (nothing wrong with that if thats what people are into) and 2. the type to take it in the butt. He deserves it in the butt. Yes, he is a space war criminal. But wouldn't it be nice to put it in him?

Horse: I'm sorry, the image of an Imagine Dragons striptease is... enlightening as to the individual Horus is. He's the dad that hosts the barbecue parties. He's the dad that falls asleep watching TV. Hell, he probably wears Hawaiian shirts. (That last one's got me bricked up. Shit)

Jagh: This one got me. He fucking would be into leather, be it on him or his partner. May write a fic about it in the future. Dead serious

Ferrus: Ok, I'll admit it, this one was self-indulgent for me. Yes, Ferrus is an ass in canon. I also want him so bad, and that also entails helping him through some shit. (It's the "I can fix him" instinct.) Also, if his partner isn't ok with 17 inches, that's understandable. (Also also, I specified pre-Heresy because him coming back headless horseman style is kind of a pipe dream of mine)

Mags: Monsters are hot. Next guy

Russ: This one was a bit of a gift for my Russ fucker friend. You know who you are! And if you're a Russ fucker anyways, please be my friend

Fulgrim: This man has been through so many partners and he still doesn't understand kink very well, bless his heart. He's still gotta make sure everything goes the way he thought it would, otherwise what's even the point? Mm. Maybe he can be put with someone who makes him realize that it doesn't need to be that way.. ;v

Doorknob: Go ahead, sexualize the brick wall man. Put him in a maid dress. He'd like his partner to be a little rough, especially during... ahem. Encounters. Remember the Rogal Dorn position? Maybe not all the time, but fuck, this man needs to take it like his life depends on it.

Corax: Not for everyone, I get it. Especially if your clothes are like that. I applaud your fashion sense, you dress how I've always wanted to. But that fic's still rattling around in my mind. Thank you Raven Lady we all say in unison

Sang: You raise a very good point. I don't know how comfortable he'd be with focus on his more non-human qualities. But it can work. I have faith in you, battle brother.

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Jason Todd/Frank Castle ship manifesto and rec list!

For @dc-marvel-crossovers Pool Noodle Party.

These two are both scary motherfuckers when they want to be. Between the guns and the vengeance — yeah, the surface-level similarities are clear. But they’re also people whose core motivations are a) loss and b) a sense of justice. They lost faith in the ability of others to protect the people they love, and so they decided to do it themselves. They get a lot of shit from the other vigilantes in their respective circles for their methods of doing so; I think the lack of judgment coming from the other person would absolutely draw them together.

And at first glance, I think they can both easily be written off as angry characters, but both of them have a massive soft, caring streak under all that Kevlar and grumbling. It comes out mostly in the way they look out for (and fight on behalf of) the innocent — women, children, dogs… they’re both natural caretakers, but they’re rarely allowed to express it, and I think that caretaking is a huge part of what I love about the idea of their dynamic. They only allow themselves to be soft and to be taken care of because they’re with someone who also respects their strength.

Fic recs! Most of this tag belongs to the amazing @mightymightygnomepriest and @bittercape! Please go check out their work if you want more of this pairing — every one of their fics is great, not just the ones I’m quoting here.

forever trusting who we are by @bittercape - like I said, it’s the caretaking for me! This is peak softness, and I love the lived-in feel of the unspoken communication that comes from a long term relationship.

The rhythm of checking and mending gear is a familiar one, and Jason is comforted by the hiss of the whetstone against an already-sharp blade, as familiar as breathing.

Slightly less familiar is the way Frank leans against him when he comes back from packing up their gear. His weight is heavy against Jason’s back, seeking contact like a big cat.

can’t start a fire without a spark by @mightymightygnomepriest - Frank is literally in the rain trying to rescue a puppy in this. It’s so ridiculously endearing. There’s also caretaking (of course) and some sexy sexy sex.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jason catches sight of a calendar. He wonders if he’s been a good enough boy this year that Santa’s delivered him a dilf.

Probably not.

Even if We’re Just Dancing in the Dark by @daddyswickedqueen - a remix of the previous fic on the list, but god damn I love Sagacity’s take on this premise. The inner voices of both characters are so well done.

There’s a low laugh that could, in other meteorological conditions, make Jason shiver. Right now it’s too fucking cold and wet to tell.

Jason stays right where he is. This goddamn puppy is going to be warm and dry tonight or he’s going to commit war crimes. Again.

Parting is all we know of Heaven, (—and all we need of Hell.) by llamallamaduck - Witcher fusion! I know very little about the Witcher fandom but was able to follow without problems, and the glimpse at the world was more than enough to have me wanting more. Great characterizations.

“I’ve been around for a while, kid,” says the Witcher, shifting. Automatically, Jason’s eyes snap to track the movement. You can’t not pay attention to that shit. He’s not even making any threatening gestures; he’s rubbing his temples with one hand and is propped up by the other. Nevertheless, Jason wants to curl his shoulders, bare his teeth and show he’s not easy prey.

Make This Easy by @thepartyresponsible - it has once again been 0 days since somebody in the crossover server recced a TPR fic, and for good reason. Significantly darker than the others on this list; this is not a happy story. But it involves one of my favorite descriptions of Jason of all time:

There’s some kind of predator under his skin, the same way there’s one under Frank’s. Maybe this kid’s teeth run a little closer to the surface, but Frank still recognizes his own. It’s just weird as hell to find someone like him caged up in a body like that. He wonders if that’s what he looked like in his early twenties, some unholy mashup of empty eyes and soft edges, baby fat barely lingering on a body already smelted into a weapon.

He was never that pretty, but Russo used to be. Maybe that burning match energy is something boys like them learn early. Self-immolation as a form of self-protection. Nobody’s going to get their hands on them if they’re already on fire.

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

since i decided i wanted to make Reed a butch lesbian, because not enough butches, i started thinking about Doom, even though this is a Spider-Man AU and Doom probably won't even show up, but, you know, I got carried away by a wave of lesbianism and wanting to draw fancy dresses

(crops below the readmore cause this pic ended up a big sketch dump)

I wanted Doom to be... like....... kind of glamorous but also versatile... it seemed like the right choice since regular doom is himself very vain etc. so i thought she ought to also be vain and gorgeous, and vary the way she dresses between things like tailored three piece suits with long coats, and evening gowns, and of course the armor.

adding the pic again just to refresh—

it was interesting to think about how a female doom might present herself differently, and take influence from various comics and other sources (thinking about the gold mask dr. doom wore in a specific comic for example). The one eye thing just kind of occurred to me while I was drawing and I decided to run with it—one thing was for sure though, i wanted her to be stacked. big tits and big biceps. i figured with her face all fucked up she might still want to draw attention to her impeccable cleavage also so i put some gold glitter on her tits in that velvet gown.

obviously the armor is exactly the same as male doom cause, well, idk if you know this, but large round breastplates fit boobs also.

i think that doom being a lesbian would really make the stuff with valeria's namesake/doom's first love extra crazy though like... god... i'm thinking about it...

anyway a little bit of doomreed, who am i to say no to bitter gay exes—and a college photo of the trio. reed is very tall, and ben and victoria are... well i guess victoria counts as slightly tall and ben counts as average. but next to tall lanky butch reed they both look short. i was trying to channel a very specific kind of "photos of butch lesbians from the 80s and 90s" vibe for Reed with the short broad tie and the high waisted slacks and men's haircut, and i think i got that. ben looks kind of generic but it's like. one of those things. it's jeans and a t-shirt, that shit has looked the same for like 50 years. maybe i should've tucked his shirt into his jeans or something, higher waist... lol

obv posted this pic higher up but i was thinking about clothes and how to differentiate reed from the other menswear-heavy characters (like peter, and octavius) and thinking about some outfits i've seen reed actually wear in comics, and aside from the F4 costume, which i'd imagine reed wears the most often—for regular clothes the kind of slouchy casual, slightly outdated look seemed like it was just the right style... like she probably wears ties sometimes still but mostly only if she's gotta go to something formal, you know?

and as you can see, sue is 5'6"

anyway i knew for sure i wanted Reed to be very masculine, a very specific kind of butch. basically taking reed's handsome DILF/absent-minded professor aura and transposing that onto a lesbian who still calls herself "Mr."

basically she looks exactly the same but with a slight modification to her figure. lmao. she's the kind of butch who gets asked if she's a man or a woman in public a lot. well. not anymore i guess, if the fantastic four are celebrities (though maybe in a weirder more invasive way...)

anyway,

lost in the sauce (butches)

[colormepurplex2]

Heyy I just finished shatter with me and I'm in love with dilf jk😭

Do u have any jk accidental pregnency or dilf fic recommendations????

Hi, Anon! Sorry it took me a while to respond to this, I was doing some digging and collecting as much data as I could! 😂

Sooo, I actually haven't read many DILF or pregnancy JK fics 😅 It's not really a trope I've explored in my reading space just yet. I get in a headspace when I'm writing a certain trope/AU/etc, where I will purposely distance myself from reading any fics that include those kinds of things because I don't want to be influenced and unintentionally draw from a fic without realizing it. And because I have quite a few single parent/DILF JK fics going on right now (I have a handful that are not JK as well), I truly just haven't read any. I had read some OT7 DILF fics before, though 👀 I was on a major OT7 reading kick for a solid 2 years, lol (here is one of my favorites with the pregnancy trope, the link is for Ao3).

But, to the point, I sought the help of my very lovely JK-biased friend, @hisunshiine (check out her masterlists for copious amounts of JK, too 💜)!

I'll link what she sent me below the cut!

Rattled by gukslut is a favorite of hers

This entire thread/post by ggukkiereads

And this entire thread/rec list by ggukkiereads, too (it has other members listed, but a lot of JK).

[tsukuyomii45]

ObiKonan! Continuing with the post war au ask. How would their first time go if it's such a slow burn enemies to lovers? Is it soft and sweet? Will it still include leftover anger? Curious~

Oh gosh, I've been thinking about this ask so much and I just love it. <3

Please note that Obito here is our white-haired DILF because it just adds to the sexiness of this post-war couple. <3

I literally thought of 3 scenarios on how their first time could go so this post will be long:

!!! NSFW - NO MINORS !!!

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Scenario 1:

In which their first time is soft, tender yet passionate and intense at the same time.

This happens waaay after the night when Konan forgave him. She has gotten to fully know who Obito Uchiha is, and she fully acknowledges that the man he once was before his redemption has ceased to exist, and rather, he is this gentle and kind person that is looking out for her and cares for her and his village, and even for Naruto - the boy he once tried to lure into the dark side. She sometimes couldn't believe that she was almost killed by this man, but he's also not the same man… Their bond by then would've tightened and hence, their attraction towards one another would grow stronger and stronger, and later on, after a long while of dealing with conflicting emotions about a romance that feels so wrong yet so right at the same time, they just face it all and accept the fact that they're in love with each other.

They'd be kissing each other feverishly, with Konan leading him towards the bedroom as she unfastens his kimono, while Obito unzips her top and they'd pull their clothes apart as their lips chase one another and their hands grip at each other's body. As soon as Konan's back hits the top of the bed, Obito crawls over her and presses himself against her, and their kiss would then turn slow and sensual, their lips gently nipping and their tongues slowly tangling together, before Obito starts to explore more of her beautiful skin by trailing hot kisses down her neck, to her collarbone, and finally down to her full, luscious breasts - where he takes his time pleasuring with his mouth, tasting, licking and sucking at her soft flesh and gently pinching her nipples, drawing the sweetest moans out of her.

He'd then move lower and lower, tongue and lips brushing over her inner thighs, and then he starts eating her out - which is a very bold move for their first time, but Konan was over the moon as she tangles her hands in his hair, rocking her hips while he clings onto her legs over his shoulders. He doesn't make her cum yet, though, because he'd hover over her once more, and entwine his hands with hers as he slowly enters her. His movements are filled with reverence for her, and he'd whisper "You're so fucking beautiful," and other words of praise and desire, and when he's close, his pace would grow a little frantic, and then he buries his face in her neck as they reach their climax together.

Scenario 2:

In which their first time includes some left-over anger with a mix of pent up sexual tension~

This would be when Konan, who is still under probation in Konoha, carries out a solo S-Rank mission to annihilate a potential threat, but then something goes wrong in that mission and she ends up in a dangerous situation, to which Obito would go against the rules and head over to where she is in order to save her.

He saves her, but this angers Konan because she thought she had everything under control, only for Obito to interfere with her mission. As soon as they're alone together, they break into a fight after a long time - in which Konan accuses Obito of trying to act like he's still her Akatsuki leader, the leader that she detests - and Obito sinisterly tells her to be careful with where she's going with her words.

Konan coldly taunts him and says, "Or what? You'll try to kill me again?" And this makes something snap in Obito, in which he grabs her and pins her against the wall, and the turbulent, conflicting emotions in his eyes shocks Konan into silence as Obito spat out, "Can't you see how much I fucking care about you? The last thing I want to do is to lose someone precious to me and go through that same type of Hell all over again."

Konan would then tearfully whisper, "I hate that I'm so into you..." and Obito, who could no longer mask his desire as his gaze flicks to her lips and back to her copper eyes, responds by saying, "The feeling's mutual." Those words were more than enough to make Konan grab his face and crash her lips with his, to which Obito immediately reciprocates by pressing her tightly against his body and tangling his hand in her hair, with her paper flower falling at their feet.

Clothes would roughly be ripped apart, maybe would flutter half way over their shoulders or waist if they didn't bother fully taking them off. Obito would grab her legs and hook them around his waist, then carry her to the bedroom. At first, he's on top of her, but then he'd flip around so Konan is on top, who impatiently grabs his waistband and pulls it down before she straddles him, making Obito hiss at her warmth. Obito would literally rip out her underwear due to his impatience. He'd run his hands over the curves of her waist, then grab at her hips as he smirks up at her, saying, "You're perfect," and he'd proceed to eat her tits out while his cock would tease and rub against her entrance. No longer able to contain herself, Konan would finally sink into him, gasping and throwing her head back as she sensually moves up and down, and Obito would melt into her movements, his Sharingan forever burning the image of Konan lost in white hot pleasure as their bodies connect together.

Scenario 3:

In which their first time is passionate and somewhat frantic (this one's a little shorter):

So I mentioned that they would be spending time together, this also includes carrying out missions for Konoha as a part of their probation, and even sparring together every now and then just to keep things lively (Obito would resume exercising and working out to keep his body healthy and in shape). They carry out said missions smoothly, and Konan would invite Obito to spar with her in hand-to-hand combat because she is very used to using ninjutsu. Little did they know that those sparring sessions would turn into bantering and flirting as they exchanged heated blows. The room is filled with tension as they blocked, kicked, punched and dodged fluidly. Every touch and every glance just heightened that connection between them.

Their sparring grows more and more intense, and then Konan would pull a sudden move where she would have Obito locked underneath her, and she would hold him down as she straddles him with her legs resting on his sides. She would smugly remark that she won, and Obito, who is simply dazed, would lock eyes with her and his smoldering desire is no longer masked. Konan would hold that gaze, feeling entranced and somewhat vulnerable as she felt this sudden, strong pull between them. Obito would then reach out a hand and softly caress her cheek and whisper, "You're beautiful." and Konan leans in to the warmth of his hands and the tenderness of his caress as he brushes his thumb over her plump lips. No longer holding it in, she would lean in and capture his lips in a searing kiss which Obito immediately returns.

As their kiss grows intense, Obito flips them over so that he's on top of Konan, and their hands would start to explore and touch each other with urgency, and Konan would roughly pull off Obito's shirt, while Obito rips off her top as he unzips it and unhooks her bra, and their clothes would then be scattered all over the place. Obito would then pin her down as he leaves heated kisses and love bites all over her skin while his fingers tease her sensitive nub. He'd have her begging for more as he further explores her body, and have her moaning out how much she wants him until he gives her that sweet relief when he finally enters her. They melt into their movements as they're just lost in the haze of their desire - finally releasing what they've been holding back for so long through whispers of need and praise.

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I hope you enjoyed this!

Which scenario did you like the most? :3

[kyberblade]

Somehow we’re here, and I need to take a look around….

Well, guys, as Back To You draws closer to an end, (don’t worry, there’s still the sequels, it’s far from over - and we still have mayyyyybe 5 or so chapters left….) I’m starting to get a bit sad and nostalgic.

This has been such a journey. And while it isn’t goodbye goodbye, it’s still an end to a part of it, and it makes me sad. 😩

Looking back, I realized, this journey has been filled with people, more than anything else, and I wanted to take a moment to touch on that.

I know I’m going to forget people, and if I do, I am so sorry. Know that I DO remember you, I am just really horrible with names, truly.

These are just some of the amazing people I’ve met along the way on this journey, and I don’t know what I would do without you.

*deep breath, here we go….*

@grippingbeskar - I really blame you for all of this nonsense. You got me into this mess. And I love you for it. ❤️

@fordo-kixed-rex - You’ve helped me in so many ways, and we talk every. Day. I don’t know what I would do without you, friend. 🩵

@littlemisspascal - You’ve been so kind to me every step of the way, and your tags have always made me smile! Your lists are a blessing to this fandom and you are a gift to everyone. Thank you for all you do, and for being you. 💗

@what-the-heckin-heck - I love screaming with you. I love brainstorming with you. There are so many things I love doing with you, I can’t even list them all here. 💜

@dontletyourchildrenwatchthis - You are responsible for brilliance such as, “You snore like a kriffing bantha.” And I have laughed so so so hard every time you come up with these gems. You get me. ✨ 💛

@lloweryourstandardss - We’ve only talked a few times really, and I know it isn’t much, but we’ve brainstormed, and you’ve gotten back into writing some yourself, and I’m so excited to see what you’ve got! You make me laugh so hard! 💖

@multifandomsw - You encouraged me at the very beginning to “just post it”, and I’ve never looked back. Thank you, friend. I hear your voice each time I post a new chapter, and I smile. 💕

@aesnawan - You brought these characters to life for me, and I can never thank you enough. What you’ve created is truly beautiful and I love love love to stare at it. It’s not enough, but thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 🧡

Some people I’ve talked to a few times but I’m horrible at maintaining a convo sometimes but know that I value what you have to say and you’ve made me smile like a fool many times over - @eeopxlt @yourcoolauntie @lam-ila @i-own-loki @kurlyfrasier @silver-pieces @heyitsaloy @professionalfangrrl @hoodedbirdie @nghtwngs @queenmalhinewahine @come-hell-or-eldren-fire @qweenrogerina @pxl8ed @jxvipike @itzagothamcitysiren @cheoriemoawa @dilfsaremyfavourite @thereaperisabitch @djarintreble @dilf-din @sexysquatch 🩷

If we’ve talked and I forgot you - I’M SO SORRY!!! Even if we never talked and you just commented on something of mine, or simply liked or reblogged, know you made me smile so big, and I remember the feeling, if not your name. I literally can be the worst with names, but know I think of all my past convos and smile. I know I keep saying that but AHHHHHHH! It’s true. I value each and every one of you, and am beyond honored you’ve chosen to go on this journey with me. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you. ❤️‍🔥💞

[junowritings]

Baldur gate matchups :0000000000

Cool nouns: he/she

Gender pref: no pref :0

Zodiac: Aries sun, Leo moon, libra rising

MBTI: intj-a

How I describe myself: huge nerd, collector of stupid shit, I am both the golden retriever boyfriend and goth girlfriend in one genderless human shaped mass. Girl kisser and dilf enjoyer (deadass men my age freak me out a little but…. dilfs….. explodes)

Hobbies: Digital art, web design, cooking, video games, reading,

How other people describe me (/pos):

- “you feel act like the embodiment of a mango monster”

- “The fact that of all of us (in reference to the polycule) you don’t have an autisim diagnosis is more of a jumpscare than you being ginger”

- “You could tell me the sky is hot pink and if you said it with the same conviction you say most things I’d trust you completely on it.”

Character flaws? Idk how to phrase this without it reading as self deprecating- issues I know I have that would inevitably be relevant to knowing me.

- I lack both empathy and sympathy almost completely, which makes me absolutely horrid at comforting people unless they want practical, logic driven solutions.

- I have a bad habit of seeing my solutions as the only viable solution, even if it’s been proven to be wrong/ineffective

- I can be incredibly arrogant (bordering on elitist) about the topics I am passionate about

- I form strong opinions of people quickly, and they are extremely difficult to shake (a bad first impression with me usually ends in a distain so strong I inconvenience myself to avoid said person, and it’s just as hard to convince me someone I like has done something wrong without extremely concrete proof, and even then I’m inclined to forgive them.)

Love language: gifts!! Usually art, or trinkets and cooking.

Miscellaneous and potentially unnecessary facts about me:

- I really like terraria

- I’m allergic to sunlight (literally)

- My bed is more categorically akin to a nest

- I’m completely nocturnal (re: sunlight)

- I’m also allergic to gluten, milk, eggs, pollen, grass, mold, citrus, red meat, cats, and dogs.

- My cats name is Fortnite Battlepass

- One of the name ideas for him was Dollarama

- I own a student grade microscope

- My favourite passtime is drawing pathetic men happy and in love

- I have Gale’s orb scar as a tattoo

Uhhhhh that’s it :0 if there’s anything specific you wanna know (or if you want pictures of my cat and/or tattoo) you’re more than welcome to ask!!

Match up time! Gotta say Fortnite Battlepass is adorable and only cemented who I decided to go with in the end! Which is,,,

So get this, two nerdy golden retriever partners walk into a tavern-

Okay but seriously, is it any wonder that Gale ends up so absolutely taken with you? 

The moment he sees your collection Gale wants to hear about it. There’s nothing quite like amassing a collection of things that bring you joy and make you happy, and he’ll gladly listen to you ramble about it if you’re comfortable to - where you got them, how long you’ve been collecting, what’s the most treasured part of your collection. These are just some of the things he’d query you on, all the while taking the time to admire your collection if you have it on display or bring it out to show him. 

He's actually got a fair collection himself, though his penchant for magical item consumption may have dwindled his display far more than he would have liked - alas desperate times had called for desperate measures back then. It’s honestly very validating to have someone show that kind of interest; though thanks to his curious nature you two may be stuck in this discussion for a couple of hours. It’s fascinating though! So who can really blame the guy? 

Will actively add to the stuff you collect so get ready to expand the space for them; one of his love languages is gift giving - so if that means getting you some of the weirdest stuff you’ve ever seen for your collection just to make you smile? By the gods he’d gift you something every other day if he could - thankfully Tara’s quick to curb that before he gets over excited and offers to refurbish an entire room in his tower back home for your stuff.

I don’t know if Gale would technically count as a dilf, being on the middle/younger side of the dilf scale (I hc like mid 30’s.) BUT he’s got the soft dad bod, bad puns, a couple grey streaks AND Tara so in my heart I would say this man is on the road to qualify.

Gale would be fascinated to see you at your computer, be it creating art or working on the code for your web pages. You’re practically working a magic of your own on your computer screen, confident in your ability to create and finishing off every piece you create with a level of detail and care that he’s sure very few people can even begin to replicate. And gods if there isn’t anything more attractive to him than someone who knows their craft and is passionate about it.

I hope you’re prepared for an audience because Gale will watch you work, leaning against the back of your chair with his head upon yours or your shoulder the whole time. You’ll have to warn him a couple times not to get too close to the screen because if he gets any closer you’re gonna struggle to see what you’re doing. When it comes to your web page designing, he would try and take up learning from you if you ever offer to teach him some basics - Gale would jump at the chance, actually. The guy’s a dream to teach, but also has a tendency to ramble as he tries to figure out whatever you’re trying to teach him. He also has a bad habit of getting overconfident, which when it comes to coding with him is a surefire way for the thing to blow up in his face (thankfully not literally.)

He absolutely LOVES cooking together. This man spent months being one of the only relatively decent cooks in the tadpole party so he’s got a decent list of recipes under his belt for each of their dietary requirements. Give him a couple times, let him learn what you can and can’t have and what foods you prefer, and he’ll make something pleasantly edible - not always perfect, but damn if it isn’t tasty. May or may not have a mental list of your favourite meals that he’d remembered from passing conversations. He certainly doesn’t use this as a means to surprise you or impress you whenever he invites you over (of course he does). The pair of you might occasionally butt heads over who cooks since he has a tendency to hover around in the kitchen trying to do stuff even if he’s not the one cooking that time.

It’s no secret that Gale’s bread and butter is books and tomes of all design and creed - hells he has an entire section of his home dedicated to his collection. He’ll happily give you recommendations and gift you books that you’ve expressed interest in without a second thought; he’s just chuffed to have someone who shares in this kind of pastime! If you guys are together around the time he does return home, he’ll ask for your company to sort through all of his books together. Sure it may not be the most riveting activity unless you’re really interested in what secret books he’s had stashed in his shelves all of these years; but it means a lot to him to have you there with him the whole time as he (quite literally) rearranges his life now that he’s home. There are some books that while he’ll still keep, they’re better off somewhere else than the main room - like the tomes and scrolls and forgotten texts once dredged up in desperate pursuits better left in the past. He’ll gladly let you fill in those gaps with books of your own, to create a space in his home that’s full of you - he can think of nothing better that would occupy that space than you.

Okay, so that one comment about the sky? Yeah, that’s Gale. While Gale’s not the kind of person to go blindly trusting everything someone says, there’s that conviction in the way that you say things that somehow makes him fall for it every time. If you ever did turn around and tell him that the sky was hot pink it’d earn you an amused snort and a sarcastic ‘haha very funny’ as he looks up from whatever he’s doing. But you’re the one who gets the last laugh because he’s the one casting a ‘subtle’ glance towards the window not even a minute later, only to be met with your knowing grin the moment he turns back. Just don’t let the others know that you’ve got that kinda one up on him, because I’m telling you now - Astarion and Shadowheart? Yeah they’ll be insisting to know how you get that kinda conviction to use on the poor man later.

While I can see Gale as the comforting type when the circumstances require, I also believe that having a partner like you who can ground him back to reality with logical solutions and practical reasoning is exactly what he needs. It’s so easy for him to get lost within the confines of his own thoughts, to allow things to become too much of a mess for him to pick apart and deal with on his own. But you’re a welcome hand, there to unravel the threads pulling taught on his mind with discussions of solutions and things that he can put into action in the here and now. That is comfort in its own way, even if you may not realise it.

As previously stated gift giving is one of Gale’s love languages, so given that you’re very much the same, that idea of making a room in his house just for you may not be such a far fetched idea anymore. His gifts centre around your current interests and fixations - he’s got a good ear for listening out to find what you need and get what makes you happiest. Expect more than a few magical items though - protective accessories for when he’s not at your side, or even items with silly magical effects that he knows will get a chuckle out of you once you realise what they do. Gets flustered under the same treatment however - your gifts are precious, and he feels like no matter where he puts them there’s not a good enough place to show them off and admire them. Always gets this lovestruck little look on his face each time he passes by one of your gifts in the day to day, running his hands along them like the mere touch of them is enough to brighten his very soul.

Hope there’s room enough in that nest for two because Gale doesn’t mind in the slightest. But he will help you to make it more comfortable - comfier blankets, softer pillows for extra cushion; this man spent at least a couple years falling asleep in places around his home that weren’t his bed so he knows the importance of making it as comfortable a place as possible for you (and his joints).

Comes as no surprise that he LOVES your cat, and it’s also no surprise that he’ll spoil the guy as much as humanly possible. Fortnite Battlepass quickly becomes one of the most pampered cats this side of Faerun, not just because of all the treats Gale likes to think he’s being sneaky about giving him, but because of the fact his tower is a cat paradise. Not to mention that cats usually warm up to Gale very quickly - guy’s a magnet because more often than not you’ll find Gale in the middle of work with Fortnite Battlepass flopped across his lap or desk, or lounging over his shoulder like a purring slinky.

The first time he sees your tattoo you can see several stages of panic go through his face in an attempt to remain calm about the situation. He visibly relaxes when you explain, no, it’s not actually an orb scar but a tattoo. Very much a ‘same hat’ moment for your tattoo and his own scar. Depending on where the tattoo is and if you’re comfortable with it, you may find him occasionally brushing his fingers over your tattoo, calloused fingertips following the inky tendrils that curl away from the main circle in the centre. Please do the same with his scar, you’ll basically turn the man to mush in your hands seeing you pay any kind of love and attention to a mark which once caused him such pain.

[kyovtani]

do we have any thoughts on dilf osamu? i saw a tiktok drawing and it definitely reminded me of him

i....sigh, when it comes to him, atsumu and kita i always lose track pls this is sp much longer than i wanted it to be but i hope you enjoy it😭

— cw: daddy kink, large age gap, atsumu mentions, choking, car sex, size kink if you squint bc of osamu's fat cock

dilf!osamu is in denial for quite a long time.

he simply doesn't want to admit that he fell for someone so much younger than him, especially after clowning his twin for having a mid life crisis upon finding out about his college girlfriend.

osamu doesn't even tell anyone about you, all he does is occasionally showing up at the new coffee shop right next to Miya Onigiri, which also happens to be the place you work at.

he was never a big fan of coffee, up until you came into his shop to get a bunch of onigiri orders for your coworkers. your sweet smile making it so easy for osamu to just jump into the smalltalk, when he usually doesn't care enough.

and after finding out that you're their new barista, osamu knew he had some way to see you every now and then. not because he wanted to flirt with or get closer to you but simply because he wanted to make it a bit more bearable.

osamu doesn't know when or why he decides to talk to his twin about you; shame and embarrassment making it really hard for him to just open up to the man he grew up and basically spent his whole life with. but atsumu knew what was going on as soon as his brother started talking about you.

and if it wasn't for him, osamu would have spent another bunch of weeks feeling guilty for all the things he was thinking when it comes to you.

after a while, osamu stops burying his face in his pillow every time he wraps his fingers around his fat cock as mental images of your naked body and the thought of your tight pussy start filling his mind. he slowly comes to terms with the fact that he's attracted to a woman half his age and for some reason it feels even better when he shamelessly moans your name instead of holding back his noises every single night.

but — even then, osamu doesn't try anything.

you have a bunch of really young, really handsome looking coworkers who devour you alive every single time you turn around. he knows he doesn't stand a chance, and that's okay. he also doesn't want to be yet another man who makes you uncomfortable at your workplace, consciously ignoring all your flirting attempts and even pulling the age card to make you stop feeding further into his guilty pleasures.

that's until one night, osamu's just about to leave after a long day of countless orders, that he sees you at the door; your smile a lot more genuine, yet still the same kind of kindness gleaming in your sweet eyes as you wave at him and wait for him to approach you.

once osamu comes to stand in front of you, you explain to him that your coworker was supposed to drive you home since it had gotten quite late again but now that he left early because of some random girl, you didn't have anyone to go with. osamu didn't even let you finish your sentence, locking the door to the onigiri shop before he pointed at his car with a soft smile, happy to be the one who helps you in such a situation.

but...you don't even make it out of the parking spot.

"this is- we shouldn't be doing this", osamu grunts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, making all of his dreams come true just like that.

and you're quick to take his whole length, the pain of being stretched out just pushing you further into the sweet haze of pleasure as you pull osamu into yet another sloppy kiss before throwing your head back.

"p-please...i need you", is all you whisper against his lips, your fingers finding home in his soft hair as you pull at the strands every time you move your hips, "none of them- none of them made me cum. i haven't had anyone make me cum in s-so long, miya-san. i just- i know you can do it and i need you so bad...please."

and it's those words of yours which send osamu into a cloud of pleasure, far away from every bit of guilt he's ever felt for the difference in age. the way you still remain polite even though he's balls deep buried inside of you making it even better and with a raspy moan, he thrusts his cock even deeper into your tight pussy, his calloused fingers gently wrapping around your throat as he makes you look at him.

"what a good girl you are, hm? using your big girl words for me just how i like it", he sighs, his lips grazing your cheeks before he nudges your nose gently with his, "how could i ever say no to a pretty little thing like you, right?"

you start nodding, your cunt clenching around his cock in absolute despair and with every breath you take, you feel yourself get closer to what you've been craving for the past few months.

your eyes roam osamu's face attentively, taking in the sight of the wrinkles sdoring the skin sround his eyes and his forehead while you patiently wait for him to finally give you what you want and most importantly, need.

"but don't worry, baby", osamu suddenly says, thrusting his hips up as he tightens his geip on your throat with a different kind of hunger swimming in the pretty color of his eyes, "daddy's going to make you cum all night. gotta make sure you're well taken care of, right?

ft. atsumu's reaction when he finds your panties in the car

[promotional-dvd]

Why Aaron Hotchner Is The Perfect Dilf

Some may say my statement is bold because men like Chris Evans, Henry Cavill and Jon Bernthal exist, but I say Aaron Hotchner beats them all in terms of looks, personality and overall dilfiness. There is a certain criteria you need to fulfil in order to be considered a dilf. You must be:

Aged between 37-65 (anything older is a Gilf)

Dress for their age - e.g cable knit sweaters, polo shirts and clothes fathers/older men often wear

Needs wrinkles

Have a seemingly mean, intimidating or grumpy exterior but be cuddly and warm 

They must partake in some kind of old man activity such as Golf or Tennis

They need children or at least be aiming to have kids in the future

I'd like to start by discussing Hotch’s appearance. He's 6’2 with black hair and has a fairly muscular build but not overly muscular more so bordering on a dad bod. All of these elements combine to create a dream. I would like to draw attention to his eyebrows. As stated in the criteria, having a seemingly intimidating presence is very important and Aaron Hotchner does it so well. His eyebrows fully create the desired look and appeal with how they are constantly furrowed in anger and how his face rarely changes from its grumpy state. Furthermore, his deep voice strengthens the intimidation as in 95% of all dangerous situations he's in he remains calm which can cause the people around him to feel small and weak and pathetic. Hotch also wears a suit a majority of the time which creates a sense of professionalism and superiority. However, he fulfils this point on the criteria due to his sentimental and cuddly nature he keeps behind his serious and dark persona. We are most often shown it when he's with his son Jack. He is shown to be one of the most caring members of the team and is constantly looking out for everyone and looking hot while doing it. He also keeps and maintains his body hair which gives him an extra dose of dad bodness.

Thomas Gibson was 43 when Criminal Minds began and was 53 when he eventually left the show in season 12. These ages are peak dilf and we get to experience all of them throughout the long running crime show. As the show goes on he develops more wrinkles around his eyes and forehead where the best dilfs possess them. 

In one episode, he returns with a beard and let me tell you, it is the most amazing and sexy thing I have ever witnessed. His dilfiness went through the roof and I couldn't believe it. It felt like heaven. His dress sense also fits perfectly into the criteria and throughout the show he wears many dilfy outfits. He most often wears a black fleece shirt/jacket or a polo shirt of varying colours. These items of clothing accentuate his dilfiness as they are common items amongst older men and create a sense of comfort and relaxation. Sometimes he wears a dress shirt with 1-3 buttons undone when solving cases in a hot climate which makes him that much more attractive. Also, he wears tan pants on many occasions which cement his dilfiness as they are a crime to fashion and old men do not care about looks only about comfort. The underwear that he wears also shows his age as they are loose blue striped boxers which in the media are commonly shown on old men with younger men leaning towards tight fitting Calvin Klein boxers or briefs. 

As previously mentioned, Hotch is a single father to his son Jack after his ex-wife haley was murdered in season 5 episode 9 by the Reaper, a serial killer Aaron had been tracking for years. Being a single father increases an individual's dilfiness tenfold as it shows he is capable and smart and makes him an official Dilf as he is actually father. Looking deeper into Hotch's personal life, his favourite band is the Beatles of which Rossi rightly mocks him for. Typically, only old men and gay people like the Beatles.

In conclusion, Aaron Hotchner is the most perfectly written Dilf to have ever graced my eyes. He has the looks and the personality that align perfectly with the Dilf criteria and it makes me insane. So Aaron Hotchner is the perfect man and you can argue with the wall. Thanks and Bye.

[cartierbin]

pairing -- dilf!minho x reader

genre -- single father dilf!minho fucking you on his coffee table

word count -- 1.4k 』

smut under the cut !

"just one more daddy! one more pleaseee!". her high pitched voice pleaded while she turned her pink lips into a tiny frown. minho shook his head no and bends to give her a light kiss on her nose. "not tonight princess. it's late, don't you want to be happy and awake when you wake up for school tomorrow?". she kicked her feet up under the blankets a little. "but daddy! I like when you read to me". whenever she pouted her lips like this she looked like a miniature version of her father. only, she had two curly pigtails and pretty silk ribbons tied around them. "and daddy loves reading to you but we got back home late today. we've been out shopping all day". she nods, kind of understanding where he was coming from because even she was a little worn out from walking around the mall. "can I still wear my new dresses to school tomorrow?". he proceeds to turn on her night light, letting the glowing pink clouds cover her ceiling. "you can wear anything you want". she smiles at that answer, roping her tiny arms around his neck. "I love you daddy. Night night!".

"goodnight madison. I love you too. give daddy kisses". she giggled watching him pucker his lips, she thought he looked ridiculous. she mushes her tiny lips on his before lying back down, cuddling with her unicorn stuffy. Hearing the bed routine from the kitchen even made you smile a little. Minho was so adorable to her and his love for being a father is what attracted you in the first place. Especially when he was the complete opposite whenever your clothes were off.

With both of his arms perched on the top of the couch, minho draws his head back, eyes half lidded and staring at the ceiling with a long groan tugging at his lips. his heavy breaths were unstable while you were between his legs sucking him off like it was the only thing you knew how to do. you and minho have been playing this game for a while. after a mind blowing one night stand it was mutual pining between the both of you. some days minho acted like he wanted a relationship and other days he just wanted to fill you. you never knew if you'd actually be his girlfriend or if you were just a fling to him but nothing compared to the way he fucked you.

The messy sounds of your mouth and muffled needy noises was enough to make his pupils dilate in bliss. "fuck". he murmurs in a tone much harsher than the one he uses with his daughter. He threads his veiny hands between the strands of your hair and fists it. He always gripped it until you were whining from the tightness of his grasp. He didn't give a damn he loved watching you cry. he thought you deserved it for how lazy you were. "wrap your tongue around it and suck me like you've got some fucking sense". his tone felt like a blade. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were hooded and darkened while he watched you struggle to follow his orders. you use your tongue this time around trying to please him in a way he liked. You didn't get much of a reaction until you decided to slide it between the slit.

his hips jerked up in your mouth at the sudden feeling. his head fell back again and he began slowly thrusting himself between your wet swollen lips. "relax your throat". He released a heap of satisfied breaths when you lazed your mouth completely, letting him use you just the way he wanted. the vibrations of your moans encased his throbbing erection and everything felt so sloppy. your saliva was dribbling down your chin and his precum was coating your lips like gloss. The better it felt to him, the rougher he fisted your hair. "It hurts don't it?". with tears rimming your eyes you nodded as best as you could, feeling his voice send a tremor straight down to your creaming folds. "yet your pussy is probably soaking wet from this isn't it?". he smirked at your helpless face in a mixture pleasure and pain, he curled his tongue along his lips content with the way he was making you feel. He loved humiliating you. you nod your head yes with a flutter of throbs making your knees buckle beneath you.

he mushed your face against the coffee table while he fucked into you mercilessly. He held little regard for how much your knees was burning while they rubbed against the carpet or how much he was bruising your skin from slapping it. That was just like minho, he fucked you like he didn't give a damn about you and no matter how much it hurt it turned you on. "fucking hell", his groans were just as hot as the squeaking sounds of the table, bolts loosening with each thrust. His dick was thick and throbbing while he was ramming it into the places that made your state of mind diminish. you whimpered and moaned in choked up breaths begging for him to slow down all while knowing you didn't want him to. he crimped a finger into your mouth for you to suck on while your skin brutally slapped together. "don't you fucking wake my daughter". with his body draped over yours like this he decided to rail you a little harder and more abrupt, jolting your body upwards while you hiccuped in his grasp. your eyes dry sobbed at the way he was now spearing you with his dick, which felt way too good for him to be trying to silence anything.

The table was still barely holding on at this pace, the gushy sounds each time he entered you had his sweaty chest rising and falling deeply. He loved seeing you splayed out like this. Your plump ass and bare thighs exposed was like a blank canvas for an artist. "you must think you're funny clenching around my dick like that huh?". he gives a breathless chuckle. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pins your waist to the edge of the table now, hawk spitting on your ass before digging his fingernails into the skin of it. He rocks his dick into you ruthlessly and you could already feel the burn wounds forming at your knees. your legs trembled for strength and your brain scrambled for a peace of mind. "it feels", you took a short pause just to release your shaky breaths, "it feels so fucking good". he tilts his head back with a curse word sputtering into the air above him. he was in absolute heaven buried balls deep inside you from this angle. "so fucking tight-- your pussy is so fucking tight baby". minho's groans alone could make you cum. his voice was always dark and gruff whenever you two were fucking. you held the top edge of the table with your shaking body in prime pre orgasm. suspended above you he sinks his teeth into the skin of your neck while his hand clawed at the back of your thighs. your meek needy moans resounded deliciously off the living room walls.

"that's it. be a good girl and cream all over it". with your eyes widened and your mouth now agape you clenched around him once more until a steady flow of your juices was sliding down your thighs. you spasmed while he milked you of everything you had, fucking you into overstimulation. Seeing his dick now glistening every time it parted your sopping folds was a weakness of his which made him cum twofold. He made a complete mess of you splattering it all over your ass and thighs.

He takes two of his fingers and slides them inside of you just to suck them right after. your pussy throbbed a little just watching him genuinely enjoy the taste of you. It gave you a bit of reassurance after he fucked you to wit's end. "do I taste good enough for you?". you teased with your chest still heaving. he leaned over and sloppily tongue kissed you. you could tell he planned on coming back up but instead he didn't. He let his tongue wander your mouth for a little longer while you kissed back and you'll admit his kisses were just as hypnotizing as his sex. His fingers traveled down to your clit and he began rubbing the now slippery organ softly, you could feel the familiar fire smoldering at the pit of your stomach once again.

He couldn't get enough of you and he knew it.