#suns

[tojisun]

that one post about dadbod simon service topping but also him holding you by your hips/waist and grinding your clit against his tummy when he’s bottomed out and smiling so softly at the little noises you let out and cooing at you about how good you’re being and dadbod simon telling his puppy to take what they need and detonates and leaves this ask all over your ceiling

cw: daddy kink

holy shit.

this would have him murmuring, “shh. shh, baby. breathe f’me, yeah? c’mon kid, breathe f’me.” while he slowly moves your body so that you’re rutting onto him.

your hardened clit bumps against the pudge of his gut, making you mewl because s’too much and not enough at the same time, and he just coos as your tears spill like jaded glass.

and you’re still shaking on top of him when simon pulls his hands away, only to click his tongue in quiet scolding at the resounding whine you let out, dejected by his actions. he purses his lips after, and his eyes are all furrowed in faux disappointment.

it makes him look so mean.

simon wipes away a cascading tear before cupping your cheek.

“y’ve got to work for what y’want, pup,” he breathes out in a quiet tut. “gotta show me that y’mean it when y’say y’need daddy.”

there it was—the blatant use of your desires, crooning it like it’s a dirty secret that only the two of you are privy to. and he still looks at you with those pursed lips as though his cock didn’t twitch at the playful tone he uses, like the patronizing lilt in his words didn’t turn him on too.

but you’re so twitchy, and his sweet pup, that all that his taunts evoke is a resolute nod and a quiet puff of your breaths. simon murmurs something unintelligible, all of it is lost in the overwhelming affection it came with, before he pulls his hands away again to watch you.

make no mistake—his eyes are just as greedy as his hands. just because he is not touching you right now, at this moment, doesn’t mean simon isn’t mapping the stretch of your fat, and the ripple of your skin, and the tensing of your muscles as you ride up-up-up, until you are just hovering above the head of his cock.

you had planted your hands on the plane of his stomach, your fingers digging into his fat and you had to rip your eyes away from the beautiful sight it makes—it was always so beautiful when it’s your turn to leave a dimpling touch—to look at him. simon’s biting at his bottom lip to contain his smile. he sees the question in your eyes; the way you’re still asking for permission like the good pup you are. he lets out a quiet chuckle and gives a single nod. then, you’re dropping down.

pleasure explodes from within you, your mind pressing against the cages of your skull at the ripping intensity, and simon didn’t need to say more, do more, before you begin to ride him in earnest, using him to chase your orgasm.

he’s offered himself up to you, after all—

oh, what a good daddy he is.

[heartnosekid]

miniso.official on ig

[clawmarks]

643 cartes postales en couleurs du Japon - Collin de Plancy - 1905 - via Gallica

[lovingbasketball]

[thatsnotthesolution]

i carefully place a bomb in the midle of the group and then run away to a safe distance to watch what happens

[toxictoxicities]

God I love Suns- thank you for the food <3

[thegoodmorningman]

It's lonely up there for The Sun sometimes.

[macromush]

I think I'm going to make washi tape based on my good omens fan art because I need it in my life????

[black-salt-cage]

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

[nbasource]

DEVIN BOOKER Indiana Pacers @ Phoenix Suns | January 21st, 2024

[crowvert-bird]

suns design (should i post the speedpaint??)

i prob missed some spots that needed shadows lmao

[tojisun]

soap makes you peg him with a vibrating strap so he can turn up the intensity whenever he wants and feel your hips stutter and hear the noises you let out and how sweet you sound begging for him every time he does it

about this

YEAAAA oh god yea!!

they (because simon’s there, watching raptly) lull you to a false sense of being the dom only for johnny to flip the dynamic around, and have you pawing at him, shaking. begging.

and he says you sound so good. god, you sound so delicious.

“hen, look at ye, huh?” johnny croons. he’s flushed himself, breaths hitching at every shaky thrust from your strap, before he flashes his crinkled eyes at simon.

he gives his mate a nod. simon grins, wolfish, and finally fiddles with the dial that he’s been holding.

they both wait with bated breaths, their eyes glued to you, then—

a yell is ripped from your throat, your body spasming at the punching pleasure.

johnny laughs, twitching, his hand falling past your ass to swipe a finger along your slit and tug at the tail of a vibrator is shaking manically within you, surely pressing at your tender spots. he knows it really is because he had been all slack-jaw as he watched simon bully the little pink thing with fervent enthusiasm in your cunt, crooning how you’ll feel good soon.

he promised, after all. promised that you’ll enjoy johnny—he tries not to blush at the dismissive tone that simon used to describe him; like johnny’s just a body to fuck. promised that this will be a memorable night.

and lord, it is.

your strap fucks into him harder with every convulsing twitch from you, and his eyes roll to the back of his skull as the dildo digs at prostate.

christ.

johnny doesn’t know if he can ever get back to normal sex after this.

[heartnosekid]

source

[clawmarks]

A treasury of verse for little children - M. G. Edgar - 1923 - via Internet Archive

[lovingbasketball]

[thatsnotthesolution]

comic 1 / ???