#'you could have also just put a sheet on it...?“

[callsign-swan]

Dick Diaries: Bob Floyd

I can't find the 141 post that inspired this but i wanna write a 'Dick Diaries' for the Lew characters I write for. also, i found out just before posting this that this is happy 500!!

18+, smut, creampie, breeding kink, period sex, oral

Bob Floyd has a big dick. Thick and long all at once. It was easily hidden beneath sweetness, beneath keeping to himself, beneath his uniform.

Bob Floyd's wife is all too aware of how thick Bob's dick is. Their first time together wasn't easy.

It was back when they were dating. Not planned, a spur of the moment thing after a dinner date. She was in his lap, him pinned beneath her on the bed. Jesus fuck, the feeling of him growing in his trousers.

He was above her, her ankles on his shoulders. She had started with her hands gripping the sheets as Bob touched her, but now her fingers were laced over her stomach as they struggled. "Fuck, sweetheart," he said through a breath, his head falling forward. "'s not gonna fit."

Removing her ankles from his shoulders, she pulled him towards her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him. A reassurance that it was okay, that she loved him and his third leg.

So Bob Floyd dropped to his knees. He would later say (to nobody but her) that, as he began eating her out, he knew she was the woman he was going to marry. The way she writhed while he had his mouth on her, her hands in his hair, he knew.

It got easier each time. On the second time they went to have sex, Bob managed to get inside of her. It was a squeeze, for sure, and he was unable to move once he was inside, giving her time to adjust.

Sharp breaths as she squeezed his wrist. But Bob wasn't going to go anywhere, not until she wanted him to move.

Bob Floyd loves all parts of fucking his wife. Undressing her slowly, squeezing the flesh of her ass in his palm, holding her hip as she wrapped her legs around him. Kissing her skin, leaving marks that were for his eyes only.

Dropping to his knees, eating her out slowly until her legs shook against his head. His fingers inside of her as he listened to every desperate noise she released as he opened her up. Bullying his thick cock inside of her, holding it still while she adjusted, rutting his hips against her.

Bob Floyd is a creampie man. (Actually, most of them are creampie men. Please check out THIS post by @lewmagoo). I think by now we all know how... virile Bob is. The man has three kids before the time he's thirty.

He loves creampie-ing his wife. Finishing inside of her, pulling out to watch it drip. Fucking hell. That sight was enough to get him going again. To push her past overstimulation, until she could babble out nothing but his name as he filled her with another load.

Did someone say breeding kink go brrr? ("Gonna make you a daddy." "Fuck." "Gonna put another baby in me?" "Fuck!")

Yeah, it's no surprise they have an army of kids.

(I've been asked to cover period sex with Bob). It can't be understated that, whatever Mrs Floyd wants, Mrs Floyd gets. Including period sex.

Its gentle, its loving and it's lowkey messy. But thats fine, but Bob is happy to put a towel down and get to work. He's happy to clean her up afterwards, to hold her up in the shower, her legs exhausted as she cleaned herself. But her period horny-ness had been sated, for now.

Bob Floyd is the KING of aftercare. It has become a ritual at this point. Sweet kisses, reassurance that she did so good for him, that she can come down. He cleans her up with a cloth first while the bath fills. Candles, bubble bath, music playing from the bathroom speaker.

Besides actually having sex with his wife, sitting in the bath with her was Bob's favourite thing. They stay in there until they're both clean, and then some. Until the water is cold and they both begin shivering.

I could go on. There is so much more I could say in the Dick Diaries of Bob Floyd. But we would be here all day

[xlostinthedreamfics]

Sugar Rush (Wooyoung Fic) !PREVIEW!

Note: I've been itching to write something like this for a while, and once I saw those Wooyoung Arena pictures, I just knew I had to. I wouldn't be a true tease if I didn't just start with a little preview of what is to come. I hope you love slow burns as much as me because I am excited for this one.

Summary: Tired of the poking and prying of those around you in regards to your love life, pushed you to find an escort hiring service where Jung Wooyoung would teach you more than you know.

Whoever said money can’t buy you happiness might have been right, but money could also make you less miserable to an extent. Being brought up in a household where you were constantly setting goals, working to meet those expectations, and continuing to aim for greater lengths in terms of success has brought you to where you are now, sitting in the nicest penthouse in the city. Your space is as large as can be, surrounded by windows to see the world beneath, but still feeling like a princess locked away in a tower, completely and utterly alone. Sure, your wealth has brought you plenty of opportunities, experiences to travel, and invitations to parties of the highest honors. If you’re someone on the outside looking in, this life is ideal; it’s a life worth sacrificing so much for. But, what if you sacrificed everything in your life to get here, and all you can think about when you’re at the top is how high of a fall it will be when you jump? 

Being a young CEO in this day and age comes with its benefits; you decide when you feel like trying, and today was exactly that. You lay in your king-size bed, surrounded by pillows stuffed with the finest duck feathers your assistant could find. The bed was cold, your sheets rubbing against your skin, causing shivers to dance down your back. It was the day of preparations for the yearly award ceremony at your company, a gathering where you would win yet another award, where you would have to give yet another speech on how much of your life you have committed to your work. The applause and the praises fill the venue where your closest colleagues and employees celebrate, but go eerily silent as soon as you step foot inside your home. The dribbling of the water from the faucet continuously hits the sink floor as you stare into your fridge now, trying to fuel yourself up with something before putting in some effort to get ready for the day. The eggs began to blur together as you spaced out, the sound of your phone making you jump, as you shut the fridge hastily. You glanced at your assistant’s name on the caller ID, swiping to answer, “Hey.”

“So we have your dress ready for tomorrow, I’m booking makeup and hair to arrive at around 3 pm to get you looking fabulous for your special day!” You could tell she was smiling on the other end; she loved events like this because she could dress you up like her doll, and you’d allow it. You knew nothing about makeup, fashion, hair, or shoes; all you knew was how to run your company, and that’s it. You didn’t have time to think about anything else. “It would’ve been amazing if we had a date for you, there’s a matching suit that goes with the dress that would just look killer on a handsome man. Perhaps you’ve had luck on those dating apps?” Her questions pricked at you like a daily non-relaxing acupuncture session. She loved to pry, to know your inner workings, especially in things you were so naive about, like dating, love, and sex. As soon as you got into college, the only thing you were rubbing between your two fingers was the pages on the books piled up on your desk, aiming to become valedictorian, and you did. Although when you looked out into the crowd during your speech, you weren’t greeted with applauding parents, but two empty chairs. Your parents had businesses of their own in completely different countries, and sometimes you wondered why they stayed married when they saw each other only a few times a year. It all came down to money; they were richer together than apart. 

“I’m not going into the office, can you reschedule my meetings for today?” You sighed into your phone, your assistant agreeing right away. She was used to these days of yours, which were noticebly becoming more frequent. You lay on your bed for a few more hours, your stomach not even bothering to grumble once since you skipped breakfast, almost as if it were exhausted along with you. You pulled your laptop that was sitting on your nightstand onto your lap, the bright screen making you squint. As soon as you unlocked it, you were bombarded with work emails, quickly closing them out and logging into the anonymous rich under 30 forum you were a part of. You liked to skim through the posts sometimes, trying to find normalcy among people in a similar situation to you. How to Dress for Your Success, Best Botox Clinics in the city, Using Your Business LP to save on taxes. You sighed, continuing to scroll until you stopped at a post from a few days ago, with only a few reactions and comments. You weren’t sure how you missed it, but you clicked it anyway: Rent a Boyfriend.

The posts from a few women raved about a website where you could hire escorts to come with you to public events, family affairs, or just on days when you need some company. 

LindaLety: I hired Choi San for an event for work, and he was so humble, so sweet, and had the best manners. Worth the money! 

Glamx98: Jeong Yunho is the epitome of beauty and grace. He treated me so well when he accompanied me to my family reunion and went along with my story so my family could stop asking about my love life. 

They included pictures along with long descriptions of what their experience was, raving about how professional and high-quality the service was. You clicked onto the website, an introductory page with the purpose of the escorts and their rules, which did make you feel a bit better since you’ve only heard weird things about these websites, but this one seemed promising. You clicked over to the array of people, stating their name, how long they’ve worked for this company, and some of their hobbies or fun facts. You saw the guys mentioned in the forum, completely booked out. “Damn.” You mumbled under your breath, hoping maybe one of them would be available as a date for your work event tomorrow. 

You continued to scroll, stopping at a man who was different from the rest. He had tattoos on his arms, his hair a bold, blonde color with streaks of baby blue peeking through. His low-rise jeans and cropped tee were stealing the show, posing as if he were rockstar in a band. His dark eyes made you tingle as you scrolled through his pictures. Jung Wooyoung. You liked that he was different, bold, daring, weird, some may say. Totally not your type, not a guy you would go for, but it’d be kind of fun to show up to the ceremony with him. His colorful exterior may have others double-take and raise an eyebrow, stirring interest in you, which is always good for business. You clicked on his availability, hoping, although it was a short notice, that maybe he would be available. The screen of the laptop twinkled in your eye as you smiled; Friday was open and available to book. You immediately confirmed, typing in your payment information, gaining access to a chat between you and Wooyoung. You drafted up a quick message on what the reason for the booking was, what the event was for, and asked for his measurements since you could get a suit ready for him. He responded rather quickly.

Wooyoung: Hi there, thank you for choosing me for this. I’ve attached my measurements, sizes, excited to see what you dress me in. I love color, or I could also do something simpler. Looking forward to meeting you, Ms. Y/N.

You felt your heart race as you came to realize what you had done, the excitement filling with dread as you slammed your laptop shut. You never thought you would be in this type of situation, hiring a date for an event to receive an award as a successful CEO. You trusted in the forum before, it never led you astray, so maybe this could work out? You could avoid the pressing and prying into your personal life, maybe gain some confidence to better propel you into the dating scene. Your computer dinged despite it being shut. You opened it up again, the chat between you and Wooyoung popping open again. 

Wooyoung: Providing my phone number as well so you can send me the details for tomorrow’s event, addresses, times, etc. See you tomorrow!

[cheeeeseburger]

We'll pay the price, I guess

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: A year ago, I posted my first ever fic. It was an Alonso x Reader fic, inspired by the song Slut! by Taylor Swift. This is an hommage to that first fic. If you're reading this with a fic in your draft, do it. Post the fic. It will be worth it :) English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

You’re tipsy, but the fun kind of tipsy. The world is spinning like a disco ball and you’re shining like one. The alcohol makes you smile big and you’re one drink away from confessing your deepest secrets to perfect strangers. In other words, this is a good night.

Anyone who is in the F1 world is at this party. Anyone who is trying to be anyone is also there, meaning you’re surrounded by wannabe influencers and new-money rich finance bros. These guys buy you drinks, so they’re the one you’re targeting with a subtle (or not so subtle) eyelashes batting moment. So far, it has gotten you one shot.

You get blinded by the flash of a camera. For once, you’re having your picture taken instead of the other way around. But there’s no reason to complain. Being a F1 photographer has been an absolute dream come true. You get to travel the world’s hottest places, take pictures of handsome drivers, all while getting paid (and sometimes laid) to do what you love. You hope the picture looks good.

It's true, you’ve had a bit of fun along the way. There was that millionaire’s son in Shanghai, the chef from your hotel in Belgium and some that you still sigh when thinking about them. It’s been fun, but there’s one guy you want, and it’s impossible.

Fernando Alsonso. His tan skin, his greying hair and the smooth way he talks; this man’s gotten you head over heels. The sun always seems to be hotter when he’s around.

In photography classes, they didn’t teach you how to stop your hands from shaking when taking a picture, but it’s a necessary skill to have when photographing a Spanish stud. It’s a wonder he doesn’t notice, but he must not pay enough attention to you to notice.

You lie to yourself by saying that he only reason you haven’t made a move is because of your job. But that’s not true. No man should be hot enough to risk a job for, but unfortunately, he is. No, the reason you haven’t made a move is because you’re a coward.

Seducing a man you’re not even remotely interested in? Done. A guy you have to take off your glasses to look at? Your number is in his phone already. But when a man interests you? No way.

You’ve tried all the usual tricks, at work and during F1 functions. He may have noticed you a little more when you let your hair down, when your updo unravelled because of the wind in Montreal. It’s not a coincidence that you now let your hair loose, most days.

Anyway. The party is still raging. Some of your bosses are there, so this is not the time to act foolish. Your job is too important to you to risk it by getting drunk in front of the wrong person, or by confessing that you wake up in soaked sheets in the middle of the night, thinking about the grid’s oldest driver.

It’s those tan arms that do it for you. They would be perfect locked around your waist. He’s so charming, it hurts. You live to get a shot of his smile, and not just because they are the pictures that sell the most.

And he’s actually so nice, too. He poses for every photoshoot without complaining and he goes out of his way to compliment your work. How could you not fall?

You’re standing at the bar, and there’s a man next to you. He’s terribly boring, but you put on the biggest fake smile while he pays for a martini for you. You say a silent prayer in your head, hoping that someone or something will make the man go away, now that you’ve got your drink. Unfortunately, he’s tenacious.

It might be in your head, but you’re pretty sure the music stops for a sec when Fernando Alonso enters the club. You actually need to grab the bar to keep your balance. Shamelessly, you soak up the sight of the gorgeous, respectful man walking in. You have to remind yourself not to drool, and not to forget the (less hot) man next to you.

You can’t take your eyes off him, but the other guy keep asking for you attention, and you regretfully set your gaze on him instead. Boooooooring.

A deep voice with a thick Spanish accent greets you.

“Hello there, Chiqui.” You could recognize this voice through a crowd like no other. It’s full of warmth, and that’s the voice you want to hear screaming your name or saying good morning to you in bed.

The pulse of your heart sounds like a tambourine contest in your head. You try to contain the butterflies in your tummy while slowly turning around wearing a picture-perfect smile and hearts in your eyes.

“Hello there, Fernando. How are you?” He’s so beautiful, you could cry. If only you had your camera.

“Better now that I’ve seen you.” Surprisingly, he pulls you in to kiss both of your cheeks but doesn’t pull away before whispering a few soft words in your ear: “You look so good, chiqui.” Does he know that he’s almost killing you? His words, the smell of his cologne, it’s all too much.

Blushing, you answer shyly. “Thank you, you look handsome. I wish I had my camera with me.” Fernando smiles and puts his hand over your arm and slowly rubs circles with his thumb. You’re so surprised, your nervous system takes a screenshot. Why he is so flirty tonight? That guy who bought you a drink? Yeah, he left ages ago, knowing he doesn’t stand against the hot Spaniard.

“At work, I look at you because I have to look at the camera, but tonight, you don’t have a camera, and I still can’t keep my eyes off you.” You almost falter at the declaration. He’s a 100% serious, too. He’s never been so bold before. Years of pining after him still haven’t prepared you for the appropriate answer, so you answer like an idiot.

“Are you drunk?” Fernando roars in laughter at your comment and your eyes bulging out of your face. His hand still rubbing your arm brings you back to reality.

“Not, I’m not. Drunk on you, maybe. I haven’t had anything to drink tonight, actually. It’s all you.” Suddenly, he pulls you closer. You’re mere inches away from his face, and he’s even more beautiful up close in real life than when you edit his pictures. Your pupils are so dilated, they look like they could burst. Fernando stares at your lips like a starved man. You breathing hitches, your back arches, your nerves are on fire.

“What’s happening, Fernando?” You can’t help licking your lips, and he brushes his thumb over them.

“I’ve wanted you for so long. It might be the party, or how good you look, but tonight, I can’t resist anymore. Please, I need you so bad. Can I kiss you?” He looks so distraught, so weak, so desperate.

Slowly, you nod without breaking eye contact. Then, his lips are on you.

It’s a kiss full of need, it almost feel like an adolescent make out. His lips align so well with yours. Air is optional during this activity. You must never break contact.

In the back of your head, a voice is screaming your job, your job, your job. Especially since anyone can see you. But then his arms are around your waist, your wrist are locked behind his neck, and his tongue is meeting yours, and you’ve forgotten everything except his name.

The annoying voice reminds you of your bosses possibly seeing you, and you can’t help but pull away, gasping. But Fernando doesn’t let you go entirely.

“We can’t do this, Fernando. But I want to, so badly, I promise. I’ve wanted you for so long, too.  But I love this job too much, and I can’t risk it. I might lose my job. Oh God, I’m going to lose my job!” A million thoughts are running in your head.

He pulls you in a reassuring hug. “You’re not going to lose your job, chiqui, I’ll make sure of that. Besides, you’re too good of a photographer. Never in a million years will the team want to part from you.” He softly caresses your hair.

His words make you feel a little bit better. You’re too stunned by the kiss to form coherent thoughts, but your lips are begging for more.

“Thank you. This was too hot, Fernando. I wish we could do more. But we can’t. Actually, I can’t. You’ll always keep your job, but I might not.”

“What if I promise you you’ll still have a job? Please, trust me.” It feels so good to know the lengths he’s ready to go too just to get more of you. But your conscience still takes you

“Please, believe me, it’s not from a lack of desire. I’ve wanted you for years. I’m desperate for this, too. But a good fuck is not worth losing my dream job, no matter how good the fuck would be.” You both daydream of what it would be like to take the other to bed before he starts begging again.

He’s whispering in your ear, his hands are trailing your body. He knows your weaknesses.

“Please, please, please. I’ll offer you a job myself if you were to lose yours, but I promise you it will never happen.” He’s so sincere, and your lips act again your will, and suddenly, you’re giving him a short, soft kiss.

“I’m very sorry Fernando. But I can’t. Not now.” His eyes light up.

“Not now? Does that mean you’re keeping a door open for the future?” He’s so kind. He’s trying to be friendly to make you feel better. You laugh. He found a flaw in your reasoning.

“Maybe. In the meantime, don’t worry, you will still be the hero of my dreams.” You wink at him. He chuckles. You’re glad things still seem good between the two of you. Not every guy in his position would have taken rejection so well, even if your rejection basically came with a declaration.

He flashes you the most beautiful you’ve ever seen from him, but also from the thousands of people you’ve ever photographed.

Fernando takes your manicured hand, pulls it to his lips, and leaves a soft kiss on top.

“This isn’t over, chiqui. You’ll succumb to your desire soon. I know I did.”

And he leaves you all alone at the bar, full of desire and questions. You miss his lips already. You don't even care if someone saw you. His kiss might be worth it, for once.

The world keeps spinning, yet nothing is the same. It won't ever be the same anymore.

You might pay the price for it, but tonight, you're just a girl who's been kissed like she deserves to be kiss.

[sarahgoestoodles]

(Guys please be nice this is my first time writing Kennedy rpf🙏🙏 it might be buns) (also fem pov)

Thinking about husband!John Kennedy coming into pregnant! readers room at night, knocking once, twice before letting him self in. Its obvious in the slightly slower, hobbled way he walks towards your bed that hes exhausted, his back aching, his brain practically fried from hours of paperwork and meetings. Even if he should be resting, he knew he had to come see you.

“Hey baby.” He said, his boston accent uncharacteristically soft as he kneeled down by the side of the bed, his head resting against the fabric of the sheets, his hand coming up to rub against your leg. “How are ya holdin’ up?” He said, grunting slightly as he shifted from the floor to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning down till he was face to face with you, pressing a soft, comforting kiss to your cheek, which was pleasant after a full day of pregnancy pains.

“As well as I can be doing.” You say, a manicured hand coming up to rest in his hair as he lays against your chest, his brown hair tickling against your chin, his body carefully positioned to not be laying completely overtop of you, especially your stomach. “Tough day, Mr.President?” You say with a playful twinge, telling his exhaustion by the way his eyes flutter shut just from your hands against his hair.

“Mmm… just a normal day.” he said, forcing his eyes back open to look up at you, one hand softly resting against your stomach,rough fingers tracing soft circles along the skin. You wince slightly as he kicks you with his dress shoe, rolling your eyes. “Hon, why didn’t you even change before coming here?” She said, though not fully complaining about him coming immediately to see her, just surprised he hadn’t wanted time to himself to change and rest his back.

He raised a brow, a small smirk on his tanned face. “Is it so bad I can’t wait another minute after work to come see my wife?” He said, looking up at you, even as his eyes kept a sleepy haze to them, and a tinge of pain you could see. You gave him that glare, that specific one telling him you could see right through his put up demeanor.

He sighed, groaning as he sat up, removing his shoes, his blazer discarded along with it on the floor. He turned back around, a brow furrowed. “Better?” He said, though obviously a playful annoyance in his voice, making you nod your head with a slight giggle in return as he climbed back by you on the bed, his legs wrapped in yours, his head rested against your chest, ruffling the fabric of your nightgown, an arm hugging softly around your large stomach, a thumb stroking the skin with the utmost care.

You let a hand wander to the back of his neck, soft fingers working deftly at the brown hairs at the nape. You watch his eyes flutter almost closed, a low rumble of appreciation coming from him. “Have I ever told you how much I like when you’re like this?” he said, though it confused you.

“Like what?” You said, raising an eyebrow. He let out a light chuckle at this, letting his hand run gently across your stomach and the fabric of your nightgown.

“C’mon, you know what.” He said, running a hand over your stomach. “Seeing your stomach all round,” he said, straining his neck to press a soft kiss to the top of your belly. “full of me.” He said, this time with a smirk and playful tone worthy of a small smack to the head from you.

“Stop it, Jack.” You said, rubbing your hand where you just hit him. “You’re embarrassing me.” You said, your cheeks heated, a hue of pink spread across your face. You weren’t the most proud of your body during this pregnancy. Your skinny, slim stomach now round and with stretch marks, your body aching, your entire body just…different.

Apparently he could tell you had been quiet for too long, making a concerned face, before obviously realizing what you’re thinking about, making a grunt noise, turning your face to his with a hand. “Hey sweetheart, none of that.” he said, pressing a short kiss against your lips, his arms encircling your body, clinging onto you. “Besides,” he said, pressing his chin against your chest. “just more for me to love.”

He sealed his words with a kiss to your lips, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, before resting his head against your chest, nuzzling in.

“Dear, won’t this hurt your back?” You said, obviously concerned, although with the added warmth of his suited body was already causing your body to loosen, your eyes to feel heavy.

He shook his head, letting his eyes flutter almost closed. “Doesn’t matter,” he said, reaching over to turn of the soft lamp on the nightstand, now only illuminated by the gentle moonlight from the white house window. “A little pain never hurt me, I’m pretty resilient.” He said, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to the shell of your breast. “Besides, its worth it for you.”

[babybrainedstarscream]

op i need you to expand on the emergence kink post you did im running around my enclosure /pos it's so good

I am a HUGE fan of labor and birth. I love the complete loss of control, how you have to submit your entire body into a single, painful purpose.

I also love overdue pregnancies. The weight, the anticipation, and how it makes birth so so so much harder.

So enter Starscream; feeling more forge than mech at this point. Overdue enough he's convinced his daughter will be born with a wife and a mortgage.

I don't know who their medic is, but they've gotta put their pede down at Some Point on this little game this couple is playing, warning "hey, if that bitty is still in there on [date], we're gonna have to cut him open to get it out. Without question." Which is extremely lax but to be Starscream's obgyn you have to be a little crazy.

So they induce the day before. Freaks.

It's way slower than it's supposed to be. Starscream's frame has to dilate more than double the width a seeker sparkling would require.

Well. His body can turn into a jet in half a second so to us humans it's really not that long but it's a long time before he can start pushing for HIM.

He sits in the nest he's made of their bed, piles of comfy materials, impatiently waiting the next contraction. Legs already spread, because belly is too big to really put them close together while sitting.

skyfire is right there, holding him close as their bitty somehow, slowly moves lower and lower.

the fluids release, soaking the sheets, and Starscream regrets asking for the bitty to move faster.

Quickly, he loses control of his body, as more and more of it becomes dedicated to emergence. His bored shuffling into wriggling to find the most productive position, his complaints vanish in favor of simple requests or instructions, (or just plain swearing), clinging to Skyfire's arm and not letting go even if it would help him into a better position. Everything is so overwhelming and inescapable.

Looming over his head is the fact that unlike any of their other games, there is no easy escape. No safeword that could end it! He has to get through to the other side no matter what.

And that's exhilarating!

Not long after Sky's coaxed him into an upright position, he starts to feel the stretch. He can feel his deepest caliper reach its limit... then bend just a little further.

Baby continues down, Starscream clings to Skyfire, incoherent as he widens his kneel.

The all encompassing sensation becomes mind blowing when Skyfire starts to touch him. Gently probing inside his valve to see how far the bitty is, and whispering praise at how well he's stretching into Starscream's audial. Rubbing the aching walls to release some of the tension. Skyfire brings him to overload and Starscream is reduced to obscene noises and sensation.

He balances Starscream on that line between pleasure and pain all the way through birth.

Intense enough that when their daughter finally slips free into the doctor's hands, the relief star feels is more powerful than a sparkbonding overload.

And then he passes out. OBGYN congratulates Skyfire on breaking not only a record, but Every Single Caliper in his partner's valve.

Um shout out to the nameless doctor in this post that kept it from being too risky to be sexy for me.

[binisbun]

hao acting all dom but in the room he'd cry if he feels like he's doing something wrong or making you feel uncomfortable in any way because that's the last thing he wants! whenever he gets to that point, you have to kiss his pout away and reassure him enough so he finally agrees to let you ride him

"But I want to see your face, I need to know you're feeling good and not..."

"Then let's do it like this, me on top of you but you can hug me all along and I'll make sure to tell you if I don't like anything, m'kay?"

when he nods, you're finally free to start bouncing on his dick :)

he also gets easily overstimulated when he's like that, all whiny and pliant in your hands (do with that whatever you please)

i fear i’m so bad at writing hao :(

hao moaned softly, hands on your hips as he looked up at you with hazy eyes. “ah… you feel so good…” his breath hitches as you bounce, pleasure evident on his flushed face. “don’t stop… please don’t stop…” his usual demeanour is replaced by needy gasps, completely lost in the feeling of you wrapped around his cock. “i-i love you…” he panted out between moans, “wanna make you feel good…” he started to thrust up ever so slightly to meet your movements, chasing more of the sensation. “who said you could do that, huh?” you asked, a look of disapproval etched on your face. he froze at your strict words, a shiver down his spine. “s-sorry… didn’t mean to…” he went still beneath you, trembling from holding back despite the stimulation. he put his arms around you tenderly, now totally surrendering his control.

“j-just… wanted to make you feel good… love being like this…” his voice was soft, submissive and apologetic, his gaze adoring. “use me however you want… pl-…” he begged before being silenced by your bounces increasing in pace, overwhelming him in an instant. incoherent whines and whimpers fell from his lips, hands now grabbing the sheets, his knuckles white. “nngh! you’re gonna- ahhh!” his words dissolved into cries, drool trickling down the corner of his mouth. he had a pleading look in his glazed eyes as he trembled violently under you, completely at your mercy.

he threw his head back with a cry as his orgasm came over him unexpectedly. “aaaahhhnn! cumming!” his hips bucked erratically as he came inside you, your pussy being filled with hot release. his body shook uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the sudden intense pleasure. “mmmnf!” he sobbed high-pitched, still giving you the last of his orgasm. “o-oh! i’m s-sorry! didn’t mean to cum inside!” he babbled incoherently between gasps, face flushed and eyes unfocused from the mind-shattering pleasure. “shhh, it’s okay cutie… i know you were overwhelmed, yeah?” you reassured him before you got up, his cum dripping out of your used hole, staining your sheets as he watched in awe…

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[krazieka2]

Vampire Mercedes lore doodles (and vampire Lorenz bullying)

[tinypaperstar]

offers u alnst oc stats

[sweet-loverboy]

my single dorm, my senior year, 2024-2025

[fazmid]

re: the poll I keep seeing on my dash trying to gauge the % of tumblr users that took advanced classes in school. you guys just call them "gifted" classes colloquially, right? please tell me people weren't penciling "math for gifted lil boys and girls" into their colour-coded schedules. I just assumed that was too embarrassing to exist but now I'm not so sure and I'm afraid

[themyscirah]

Okay so basically the United States MINT of all people is going to be working with DC to make a line of coins! These coins sadly won't be in circulation (the things I would do to live in a world where I could get Batman coins from the supermarket) as they're collectors coins, but will be releasing over the course of the next 3 years, 2025-2027.

Designs haven't been released yet (the same is true for all 2025 designs) but we know there will be 9 coins in total (3 each year) with the first year featuring (of course!!!) Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman.

Although we know the first three heroes to be featured, the remaining six have yet to be decided, and it turns out the Mint is putting out a survey on their site to gauge which of a group of culturally significant heroes people want to see most! (link to the form is mentioned in the article above)

The considered group includes: Supergirl, the Flash, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Captain Marvel, John Stewart GL, Aquaman, Hawkman, Jamie Reyes BB, Robin (Damian?), Cyborg, and Batgirl, of which 6 will be selected.

As someone who does a bit of coin collecting myself (mainly circulation coins like the quarters sets, but I also have a couple proof and collectors coins) I think this is a really cool and interesting idea that showcases the history of the comics medium and these characters and their influence on American culture. Really excited to wait and see what the designs look like for the coins already announced!

[youjustcannotknow]

the weight of the world has crushed me flat on this fine afternoon

[kohakhearts]

ive been fleshing out my timeskip thoughts. this is all ive got. think recent college graduate and his fucked up little cat (who. goes to work with him)

bonus source of hehe ditto:

get it. like. tamago. time-ago. yeah. ok i’ll see myself out

[lesbiangiratina]

Invested in a display case for my ggx tcg box cuz testament is on 1 side of it therefor it is a testament object so i want to put it with my testament stuff. But i dont want it to like fucking turn to dust. The reload boxes i have are on their own idgaf (as much) (i will still store them somewhere safe) (eventually)

[fionnaskyborn]

On a scale from one to ten, how based of me is it that I took the GGST survey for the second time just to put a BlazBlue character that appeared in exactly one novel and then never again in one of my three "additional character I would like to see the most in the future" spots?

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ yeah, yeah, pornstar!gojo, and all... but what about pornstar!reader, and fan!gojo?

gojo is obsessed with everything you put out there. notifications blare, ensuring he is the first to see every post. his phone is always glued to his hand, your channel is his goddamn religion.

he ditches anyone, ducks into bathrooms, alleys, wherever to catch a glimpse of that sweet pussy. he even contemplates risking getting caught jerking off on a public tram, his strained pants a testament to his desperation. a crowded tram, mind you. he doesn't even care.

and, that michelin-star dinner? kicked out. again. because he can’t keep his hands off his phone, and his volume down. the head waiter gives him a look that could kill, and gojo just shrugs, already halfway through his next video.

he really is your biggest hype-man, and also your richest one. his tips? a goddamn tidal wave in the chat. every moan you make, every twitch of your hips, fuels his own private show. and, well, you've got to make it up to him somehow, right?

in return, you let him control your toys. you take it so well, he thinks, the highest setting of your lovense. that remote control? a shitty substitute for his own hands, really.

if a vibrator does this to you… he strokes himself, mimicking your rhythm, a frustrated, aching pulse, the image of your slick heat filling his mind. he wants to feel it, wants to hear you scream his name. you're gripping the sheets of the bed, head thrown back.

if just a little vibrator is doing this to you, he can't imagine how you'd react to his cock.

gojo's hand slides up and down his hard length, throbbing with arousal as he watches you moan.

"oh, fuck," you cry, "i— i'm gonna cum!" and, cum you do, as your hips buck, body tensing, and fluttering hole gushes liquid. he times his own release just seconds after, and it feels like the closest he'll ever get to you.

you've wrecked him, completely. he can't even have a girlfriend anymore, because he's always groaning your name during sex with them. it's the only way he can get off, now.

pictures and videos, that is. exclusive content, little bits and pieces of you — anything he can get, he'll have. you're the only thing he thinks about, you've turned him into a porn addict.

sleep is a war zone, gojo's brain replaying your every move until he is jerking off into his own hand, the sheets sticky and smelling faintly of his seed.

he fantasizes, raw and dirty, about burying his face between your legs, about the slick heat of your cunt, about the way you’d scream when he finally comes.

he wants to fill you, wants to hear you beg. gojo lies awake at night, his mind a whirlwind of your images, replaying old videos, memorizing every curve, every sound.

(and yeah, he has a fan account. pathetic? maybe. but he doesn't give a fuck. he has to spread the word, has to make sure everyone knows just how amazing you are. plus, he likes reading the comments. it makes him feel proud of you.)

gojo strokes his leaky dick at night, submitting into his fantasies of shoving your head into a pillow and dragging his sensitive tip across your slit, getting to release his load into your soaked walls.

but, at some point, god must finally be on his side, because ten minutes after your latest livestream, he is met with a dm from you — "how would u like to 2 mess with those controls in person <33"

after all those enormous tips he's sent your way, isn't it time for you to give him something extra?