#does a biiiig stretch

[bioexorcizm]

good bedbugs morning everyone. need this ^ 2 be me

[jamiiino]

Yoyo (lalafel) belongs to @kosmiknova 

[tinythebunni]

Eddie “the freak” Munson x cheerleader reader

!! Big Stretch Baby !!

You were probably ruining your reputation by just being in his trailer. You were definitely ruining your reputation by getting fucked by Eddie Munson. The freak of Hawkins High School.

You didn’t know what it was about him, something just drew you in. Maybe it was the way he lived life like it was only him that mattered. Or maybe it was the way he smiled after losing a fight with your boyfriend, with blood staining his teeth and winks sent your way.

It didn’t matter much now, you couldn’t even think with the way his hands were massaging your tits and his hand sliding down your underwear. You squealed and kicked your feet when he pinched your clit, almost as if you were trying to get away.

“Oh no baby, ’m not letting you go that easy.” He remarked as spread open your folds with his index and middle finger.

You looked up at him, chest heaving and eyes glossed over with need. “Been trying to get in this pretty pussy for years, you’re such a fucking tease. Wearing those tiny cheer skirts, been such a slutty lil baby.”

Your back arched into his touch as your hands curled into his bed sheets, face curled in his shoulder, trying to muffle your moans in his neck. He continued fucking his fingers into you, two digits deep inside you, hitting that spongy spot that made you see starts. His thumb rubbing you clit as you spasmed against him.

Just as you were about to cum around him, he pulled away from you, leaving you feeling empty. He looked down at you and saw how you clenched around nothing, making his cock twitch in his jeans.

Eddie almost always went commando, made it easier for him to pull himself out his pants and jerk off to you at cheer practice. He’d pull down his pants and pump up and down his cock until he lost all restraint and came to your tits peeking out your bra and silly little cheer top.

He spins you around so your facing him, slamming his lips against yours. You moan against him, hands trying to figure out where to go. You were such a cute little thing to him, you and your goddamn doe eyes staring at him, hands moving up and down his body, trying to figure out where to place them.

Eddie wanted to ruin you completely and utterly. He wanted to break you down and build you up and replace you with only thoughts of him and mold you into his slutty little plaything. He wanted to train you to get wet even at just the thought of him.

He kisses down your neck while your hands fiddle with his belt buckle and jeans. Your nimble fingers fumble with the zipper, messing up a fee times from nerves and arousal.

His cute baby.

Slipping his jeans down and off completely, you look back up at him, catching sight of his leaking pink tip. Eddie was average sized, maybe 6 or 7 inches. But god! Was his dick girthy. You didn’t even know if you could fit it in your mouth.

Almost as If Eddie could hear your thoughts, he spoke up. “Uh uh Baby, you can taste me another time. Right now I wanna get inside that gorgeous cunt of yours. ‘Know she’s achin for it.”

Eddie pulls your panties to the side and lines up his tip with your opening, tapping it against you as you whine and grind down on to him.

“Shh baby, be patient f’me, know ya got it in you.” Oh he was gonna just ruin you! But that’s exactly what you wanted. He slid inside slowly, groaning at the feeling of your walls fitting to accomatd him. “Biiiig stretch baby, can you handle it?”

You nodded rapidly, already too fucked out to answer. Your tongue was slightly out your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks form how badly you needed to come. He could feel you clenching around him and the slight roll of your hips as you tried to get him to move.

You could feel the slight pain but you didn’t care. You just wanted Eddie! You just wanted him in you and fucking up into you and god the way you could feel your tummy bulging had you curling your toes.

“Fuck baby, you see that? See how deep I’m in you?” As if to prove his statement, he fucked up into you, holding your hips as a handle for him. You let him use you, let him use you like a fucktoy. You just wanted him on you. You wanted it all.

You forgot to answer him in your daze, which he obviously caught. Eddie grabbed your cheeks, pushing them into a pout as he kissed your face. “Look at you, ya dumb thing. Can’t even answer a simple question?” He pushed your hips down onto him so you’d grind down onto him, his tip hitting the perfect spot inside of you.

You could feel the smirk on his lips while he continued kissing you, moving down to your neck, moving your shirt out the way to make space for him.

He couldn’t wait to see you walk into school tomorrow, blushing bought red as your ass cheeks from his hand prints, desperately trying to cover up his hickeys and love bites. The thought made him groan against you, as you panted and held onto his chest trying to get a grip on reality.

“Gonna fuck you dumb baby. Don’t cover up these marks either. Wanna watch your stupid fucking boyfriends face when he sees how much of a slut you are for the freak.”

What a fucking pervert.

[markiecake]

girl what about mark and a size kink sorry I've been obsessed with size kinks recently so like big dick mark or something also it looks like he's been bulking up I'm not okay 😦

A/N: LAWWWDDD ANON I'M GLAD I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE `(*>﹏<*)′

tags/ warnings: smut (MINORS DNI !!), MONSTER COCK MARKKKKK :3, fem! reader, reader is smaller than mark, size kink size kink size kink !!!!!, tummy bulge, me just yapping about mark basically

he has been looking so buff these days it's making me so insane, and i just KNOW he loves to use it to his advantage !!!

idk just imagining mark with a girl who is so much smaller than him IT DOES SOMETHING TO HIS BRAINNNN LIKE

even non sexual acts of dominance like he would literally feel on top of the world if he was able to open a jar of something for you or reach a high shelf when you couldn't do it yourself 😭

BUT big dick mark 😵‍💫 he tries soso hard to go slow at first and let you get used to his size but sometimes he doesn't know his own strength :,(

shushing you as you quietly sob beneath him, kissing away each tear on your cheeks.

he can literally barely move to begin with, considering how tight you are around his thick cock !!! he hesitates a bit because he thinks he could literally break you, but you give him a small nod and it sets something off inside of him 😵‍💫😵‍💫

also thinkin bout how absolutely feral he would become if he could see the bulge of his cock through your tummy ≧ ﹏ ≦ he'd grab your hand and place it over, making you feel it as well !

"feel that, baby?" he practically whispers, "i'm righttttt here." as he pauses inside of you to fully revel in the moment LORDDDD

once you get the slightest bit used to it, he just starts to go harder or faster omgggg :,)

your nails scratching his back as he pounds into you at an insane pace D: him giving quiet apologies in response to your whimpers and whines.

OR MAYBE markie making you ride him to see how much you can really take ＞︿＜

leaning back against the bed, watching you with a smile as you struggle to take his whole length :(((

whines of his name just making him laugh and pat your hair softly. still, he is a soft dom til the end and will praise you the whole time ! he's such a "biiiig stretch" kind of guy like just soso soft for you :DDD

(i also think if he was in a hard dom mood he would SO put you in a mini headlock with his big ass arms- *GUNSHOTS*)

[charliemwrites]

Simon probably goes "oooh biiiig stretch" whenever reader stretches like how cat owners do😭😭😮‍💨😮‍💨🤧

Yesssss!!! He absolutely does!!! Gives her lots of kissies when she does, too.

[crimeronan]

Imagining Luz having had a rougher than usual day so she spends the night in Hunter's room because her battery is on empty and she doesn't want to accidentally snap at Amity somehow so Amity is just. Left. In Luz's room by herself deeply confused because like. "Oh Titan I'm such a bother to her that she went and slept in Hunter's room just to get away from me," But Also "Why didn't she just kick me out and sleep here herself???? Weird ass????"

i love the idea that it's a night when hunter is guarding the door protecting both luz and amity & luz is like i Need sensory quiet but i don't want to explain it to hunter that i need sensory quiet. he's gonna think i'm having emotional problems just because i'm having emotional problems. you know how he is. shhhhh 🤫😉😎

and then she just. wiggles off through the vents. or whatever.

in the morning an incredibly exasperated hunter is like "you CANNOT leave people alone in your ROOM, it is FILLED with a bunch of shit the public shouldnt see, not the least is YEARS OF NOTES ON WILD MAGIC" and luz is just like dude don't even try it. we both know amity is cool. YOU dumped her in here like a cat first, my guy. besides i don't think she even snooped. i think she just crawled onto the mattress and passed out immediately. by which i mean i know she did that because i hung out in the vents for uhhh longer than i should have

amity is indeed confused as hell but will accept "i didn't want to talk to hunter" as an answer from luz because oh lord does she ever relate. amity having slept surprisingly well herself bc she did indeed immediately pass out. waking up to a very annoyed hunter & just being like

[loooong stretch]

[blink] [blink]

[biiiig yawn]

"she said not to tell you where she was going, man. and sadly..... i think she Does outrank you."

[stevebabey]

steve, u know him no? like a big house cat he is, all drowsy in the sun, forever a big sleepy boy when he’s basking in the sun <3 sometimes he does that really glorious groany type of stretch in the mornings, arms up above him and shirt riding up and u always go ‘ooooh biiiig stretch’ n give him a pat on the tummy, and it makes him laugh every time, some tired snort that makes his tummy flex beneath ur fingers and he always just curls back into u and just sinks back into your space— all nuzzly and making lil content snuffley noises against ur neck, like a happy lil hmmp!, as he cuddles u into his chest <3

[fandomfluffandfuck]

https://www.tumblr.com/hiwitch/76340626481

just want to preface that i am overcome with horny thots abt seb getting his teeth checked out, fingers getting all over that lil snaggletooth he has, pulling out his plump lip that seb likes to bite when he's self-conscious abt them... just wanna shove some digits in there, keep his mouth open and drooling y'know? 🥵

[Link] to a gif of a guy standing there, having his teeth/gums examined by someone else. You can't see the other person, just their hand and forearm coming into the gif.

I 👏🏻 love 👏🏻 this 👏🏻 idea 👏🏻

Suddenly, I am struck with an AU idea... Chris' dad is a dentist, yeah? Sebastian has an oral fixation, yes? Sebastian's had his teeth fixed... you see where I'm going with this, huh?

I'm not taking requests right now, but I couldn't help myself... 👀

Sebastian moves to a new area, his old dentist retires, his usual denist doesn't specialize in teeth aesthetics (straightening, whitening, etc.), or whatever you want to imagine happens happens. But, either way, Sebastian is in need of a new dentist. So. Enter Chris Evans.

Dentist Chris Evans.

The most fucking handsome man Sebastian has ever fucking seen. Let alone the most handsome dentist he's ever laid eyes on. It makes Sebastian's appointment the best, worst experience of his life. The dental hygienist was lovely, lively, and happy; talking to him as if their hands weren't in his mouth and he could actually respond. The usual in a positive way. But this...

This man standing in front of him is not the usual.

He knocks on the separating wall between this little dental area and the next, asking the hygienist, "you ready for me?"

They hum, "yup, just one second," finishing up.

And Sebastian gets exactly half a second to panic before the dentist--Chris, the hottest man he's ever seen in his life--sits down on the stool the hygienist was just sitting in. Close enough to touch. Jesus. He's gonna touch him.

God.

Not like that.

But--

In his dreams.

Sebastian tries to hide his shiver, je can't entirely. But, either way, if he notices or not, Chris is just as friendly and lively, maybe even more so, introducing himself as "Chris" rather than "Mr. Evans" or "doctor of dentistry Evans" or anything reasonable. Just his first name. It's a good name. He's so fucking handsome that Sebastian is happy he can't gurgle out any sort of response, as excused by his hands in his mouth.

His... very, very large hands.

Thick fingers.

Long fingers.

Wide palms.

Biiiig hands.

Big but gentle as he examines his mouth and the hygienist's work.

Sebastian can't open his mouth wide enough, and Chris' hands are too large for his tongue not to rest against some part of his hand as the exam stretches on. Sebastian feels strangely embarrassed about it. He doesn't want to--

He does want to lick his hand.

But he shouldn't be!

It's harassment!

He shouldn't be licking his new fucking dentist's hands!

Sebastian is shaken out of his gay panic by Chris' equally handsome voice, "you bite your lips a lot?" He searches through the little tray of tools at his side. Rustling around.

"Uh," Sebastian flounders, "yes? How did you--should I, should I not? Am I being," he coughs, "doing. Am I doing something b--" Seb cuts himself off before he says 'bad.' He. No. He doesn't need to think about being bad or good right now. Not right now when he's on his back, and he couldn't possibly hide--

No.

Especially not in these pants.

Shit.

"Your lips are very red," Chris explains, shrugging one shoulder and finally selecting another little tool.

"Oh." Sebastian swears he sees the dentist's blue eyes dark down to his lips, getting stuck there, and swallowing thickly. Seb has to restrain from biting his bottom lip again now. "Okay?"

"Try not to," Chris teases, drumming his fingers against his shoulder. Friendly. "You wouldn't wanna hurt yourself."

Sebastian feels himself flush hot. He's being friendly. It's endearing. This is a good, happy atmosphere. Any undertone in his smooth, deep voice is a projection from Sebastian.

This is his job.

This is his job, Sebastian reminds himself. His propensity for handsome men, big and tall, and their commanding voices and imposing looks and slipping their fingers (and other things) in his mouth should not be brought into this place of professionalism.

Fuck.

"Open for me?" Chris interrupts his thoughts again. Good fucking thing.

Thoughtlessly, Sebastian obeys.

"Hm..." Chris' eyebrows pull together behind the frames of his glasses, "a little wider." He waits for Sebastian to obey listen. "Good. Thank you."

Sebastian burns hotter.

He closes his eyes for a blink but ends up someonewhere else. He's not laid back on a dentist's chair. He's laid back on a bed with his head hanging off the edge of the mattress, mouth open for inspecting, possessive fingers testing his gag reflex and admiring his pink, wet tongue and the velvet-soft insides of his cheeks before sliding his cock in. In his mouth. Down his throat. Choking him. Making him cry.

Fuck.

Sebastian tries to swallow the excess saliva suddenly pooling in his mouth with his mouth wide open, Chris' hand still in his mouth. He chokes. Chris backs off and pats his shoulder, dimly telling him to take his time and apologizing while Seb turns redder and redder and boils alive in his heated embarrassment.

Once his coughing fit is over from his actual drool going down the wrong pipe, Chris tells him, "you have really nice teeth, by the way. Can I ask why you're here interested in straightening. That was it, right? Sorry, I only briefly got to look over your chart."

"Uh, it's okay. Th-thanks," Sebastian is apparently not going to stop blushing any time soon. "They're crooked, though."

Chris shrugs, "nothing wrong with crooked teeth unless they're causing you pain." He looks around conspiratorial, when he finds that the dentail hygienist has made themself scarce, he whispers, "I'm not supposed to say it, but I happen to think crooked teeth are cute."

Is--

Is he being hit on?

Sebastian nearly squeaks as he says, "really!?"

"Yeah," Chris offers easily, "they've got character."

They look at each other for a moment. Sebastian is... captivated. He's so goddamn attractive.

"Yours aren't hurting you, right?"

He totally is hitting on him. He has to be! Yours as in your cute crooked teeth! Right!?

"No?" Sebastian should know he's not hurting because of his teeth, but he can't help but cower wonderfully under his authority. So, it comes out as a question.

"That's great!" Chris says, "oo, what's the story then?"

"I, uh," Seb stutters, "I'm on camera a lot."

Chris raises an eyebrow, a mischievous look in his eyes, "camera, huh?"

Sebastian covers his face with his hand, he's blushing so hard that he's melting in this fucking dentist chair. This is how he dies. "I'm an actor," he clarifies. Or. No. That makes it worse. "Not that kind of actor," he says in a rush.

Chris laughs with him, pleasant. "Well," he shrugs, "you never know with the characters we get around here."

There's an undertone with how his gaze lingers on Sebastian... like maybe Chris thinks he has the looks of someone who's on camera in that way. That kind of actor. A porn actor. Sebastian is flustered but not really because flustered is an understatement.

"So," Chris goes back to his examination, "actor, huh?" Sebastian struggles to make any sort of affirmative sound. He's struggling to breathe. He's struggling not to take the familiar sensations of fingers in his mouth and suck. Chris is so handsome, and he keeps touching him. Right now, he's dragging his fingertips over Sebastian's gums under his top lip, "I assume you'll be interested in whiting, too? Not that you need it."

Sebastian barely nods.

"Actor..." Chris murmurs to himself, "I'd ask you what I've maybe seen you in, but I don't think I've seen you in anything. I don't want a ton of TV or movies and--"

Sebastian must imagine the feeling because he, he swears he can feel Chris stroke his index finger down the inside of his cheek.

Oh, God.

"I would've remembered a face like yours."

Oh. God.

Sebastian is absolutely hallucinating sensations. Chris did not--he did not press two fingers down in the flat of his tongue.

Unless--

Sebastian makes a mortifying, mortifying sound. A little whimper.

"I think..." Chris pulls his fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting Sebastian to the blue latex over his thick fingers. He removes them with a sharp snap, snap, exposing his veined, wide hands with just the appropriate amount of hair. How is there an appropriate amount of body hair?

What?

"I think the plan for you will be to come back in and see my colleague so he can set you up with invisalign and a few whiting sessions. Nothing major."

"Y-your colleague?" Sebastian stutters, he should sit up, but he's not--

He feels like he's spinning. He's maybe, maybe not hallucinating being hit on. So--

"Yeah. I," is it his imagination, or is Chris blushing? "I would rather not see you professionally again--"

Professionally?

"--Because, and I'm sorry if this is presumptuous, but I would rather see you somewhere more casual, maybe a coffee shop? Maybe dinner?"

"Um," Sebastian thought he was blushing before, it doesn't hold a candle to whatever the fuck redness must be staining his cheeks now, "anything?"

Chris grins, wide, "perfect."

Sebastian can't help but match his dopey expression.

So, Sebastian goes home with the number of very, very attractive dentist and a place and time for their first date. However, he so doesn't go home and fist himself desperately, on his knees, next to his bed like he's praying before he goes to bed, mouth wide open, moaning, imagining Chris' touch slipping between his lips, fingers warm and slick but much less gentle and definitely not covering with the thin, thin barrier of latex. Seb doesn't want anything between them.

Seb wants to taste Chris on his tongue. He wants him to hold his jaw in those big, hands. He wants to know every curve and crease of his hands. He wants to feel him curl his fingers and tug on his teeth. He wants him to stroke the inside of his cheeks. To circle his lips, tugging at them. To press into his gums. To press down on his tongue. To gag him. To choke him. To make him drool. To try to make one of those huge hands fold into a fist inside his mouth, stretching his lips, forcing tears from his eyes, and making him shake with pleasure. He loves having his mouth full. And he has the feeling that Chris' hands are not the only thing that would stretch his lips, make him choke, and open his jaw wiiide.

Guh.

[sterekchub]

Big fat baby daddy Derek. Go!

Another one that I can’t decide

1) the loving, caring Derek who wants a family and finds outs he’s pregnant but doesn’t want to tell Stiles right when he’s graduated top of his class and has a great job with the FBI. So he doesn’t say anything- and stress eats the entire pregnancy, has baby books piled up to the ceiling, and researches the safest cribs and stupid mom-van car to drive bc what if the baby is human?? He looks pregnant with triplets by the time Eli is born from the stress (and as soon as Melissa sees little Eli- she knows a Stilinski when she sees one, and calls Stiles giving him an earful)

Stiles flies back and sees Derek with a sleeping baby in one hand, sandwich in the other, belly peeking out of his T-shirt and quits his job that day to come back and live with Derek.

Derek who he knows has always wanted a big family- had even bought a house with so many extra bedrooms despite thinking it would be him and Eli against the world. But Stiles is- game for as many babies as Derek wants. Big family? He’s gonna breed Derek so good and make sure he’s always well fed and swollen with pups

(But - always my downfall with daddy!Derek is that he adores his kids and he might put on a lot of baby weight- but he still does his best to keep up with them playing. Might be so wide and heavy he needs a scooter to keep up on the family vacations- but he’s not gonna give in and get too bed bound yet. Maybe stops after 6-8 kids..)

2) umm and then just solid kink. (And one inspired by a friend on discord whose also happy to talk biiiig preg Derek 😄) Derek who just desperately loves feeling hugeeee and filled and stretched- but knows his life goal is to just get….too big to keep up with kids. But what better than a supernatural surrogate? Giants who can’t convince? Derek struggles to move around with the 50lb baby he’s carrying but he can’t stop obsessing over how big his appetite is and how it looks like he’s strapped to a hot air balloon. The cluster of pixie babies fluttering in his stomach. The water siren pregnancy where Derek gains 30 pounds from soda weight alone and he’s audibly sloshing around as he walks. The demon baby who has Derek gobbling Tums and eating foods so spicy Stiles doesn’t kiss him or his own eyes start to water…

….and no just Stiles promising that he’s going to make Derek so fat - they’re going to need a hoist if he wants to get pregnant again….or Derek who at any given time could be pregnant- the pack can never tell because “round and swollen like a balloon”’is how he always looks…

[ensonique]

the bb does biiiig stretch

(no animals were harmed in the production of this photograph)

[romeo-the-homeo]

following david around the house in the morning and saying ‘biiiig stretch’ and ‘biiiig yawn’ whenever he does it

[specialinterestshows]

Let your pleasure engulf you in this latest chapter of my Daddy!Damian Priest and Mommy!Rhea Ripley x transmasc!reader fic, Que Llueva.

Warnings for this section: Mommy/Daddy kink, praise, dirty talk, pain (chronic injury), vibrator, anal, overstimulation, biting, teasing, spit/spitting, nipple play

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Que Llueva (Part 3 of 4): Come Again (Another Day)

“That’s Mommy’s good boy,” Rhea moved her lips away from yours to whisper the praise in your ear as you let your orgasm gradually replace pain with a small taste of heaven.

“Love that sound,” Damian growled in response to your moan being released into the open air.

“Let’s see if we can make it even better,” your girlfriend suggested before pressing the cool metal of the bullet vibrator against your dick.

The sharp ache in your leg was already creeping up again and the thunder was getting closer in the now-torrential downpour - but neither fact seemed to matter anymore when the vibrator sprung to life.

Still sensitive from having just come, you tried to move away from the intense sensation. Damian’s hold on you - fingers still sliding in and out of your ass slowly - made sure you didn’t get very far.

Your moans become frantic before Rhea pulls you in for another kiss, reducing them to a buzz on her lips as your body trembles. The pleasure inside you builds so quickly, you can no longer control your movements and grip the sheets, the pillow, Rhea’s shirt - anything within reach.

“Relájate, mi amor,” Damian reminded you softly, kissing your back.

You did your best, letting your tense muscles relax slightly - which drove you directly into your next orgasm.

Damian’s fingers, the vibrator Rhea pressed against you, both of their lips - it all sent you deeper into your own pleasure as you let out a string of soft whimpers and moans. Your girlfriend bit your lip at the sounds that escaped between the passionate kisses.

“Muy bien, lindo,” Damian praised you, thrusting once more before sliding his fingers out of your ass, “Feels like you’re ready for Daddy’s dick now.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimpered, drifting further into sub space at the thought of your boyfriend deep inside of you.

“There you are,” Rhea said, tapping your aching dick with the vibrator, “Mommy and Daddy’s sweet little lover boy. You’re so cute when you make those noises.”

The praise made a shiver run through you, distracting you from fully registering the familiar sound of a cap popping closed again. Damian teased his head between your cheeks, pressing them together. It wasn’t until then that you realized you had stopped coming at some point, ecstasy overwhelming you once more.

“‘M gonna-!” you cry out, coming hard before you can complete your announcement.

Lost in your bliss, you don’t realize just how much you had been drooling. Your girlfriend made sure to bring it to your attention, cupping your face and dipping her thumb in the small pool of saliva on your pillow before running it across your lips. Pressing a kiss to the pad of her thumb once her hand stopped moving, you smile as you’re given a reprieve from the vibrator.

“Biiiig stretch,” Rhea cooed as she set it aside and started playing with your nipples again.

The statement confused you in your haze, until Damian slid inside you with one smooth motion.

“OhgodDaddy!” you cried out, suddenly taking in more than half his full length.

“Too much?” he asked, the rhythm of his warm breath on your back shifting as he paused.

“Mmm, more please,” you whimpered, making him chuckle. There had been a slight ache at first, but nothing to rival how your leg felt earlier - and you were feeling wonderfully vulnerable in this position.

“You got it,” Damian’s low voice grunted as he pushed the rest of the way in.

“Does that feel good, baby? Yeah?” Rhea asks when you let out an unrestrained moan - then, after you nod, “Who do you love?”

“I love- my Mommy- and Daddy!” you cry out, pausing slightly every time your boyfriend thrusted all the way in. Something about the way the momentum made his balls run into you with a wet slap over and over made thinking nearly impossible as it happened.

“Such a good little boytoy,” your girlfriend praised, pressing her fingers against your dick, “Oh you’re getting close, aren’t you, darling?”

“Yes! Mommy!” the pitch of your voice rising slightly as Damian gradually started thrusting faster, pushing you against her fingertips.

“Let me help you,” Rhea said, pulling her hand away briefly to spit on her fingers.

The moment they made contact with your tip again, she applied pressure while moving her hand side-to-side rapidly. You grabbed her muscular, tattooed arm instinctively as the friction sent you over the edge.

Try as you might to hold on, you’re unable to still her hand as the powerful orgasm rips through you. The flash of lightening outside, shortly accompanied by the loud crack of thunder wasn’t even on your radar as you convulsed and shouted your pleasure. The world could have been crumbling around the three of you and you wouldn’t have noticed.

This was exactly what you needed.

[end part three of four]

Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/742278474106109952/que-llueva-part-4-of-4-the-rain-has-gone

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Tag List (thank you!)

@babybatlover , @domripley , @falloutboy-lover

[ftmprxttyboy]

id love to be so so gentle with you at first, puppy!

Id love to play with your hair while you kneel in front of me, ruffling it, scratching your chin. Are you a good boy, baby? do you want my cock, yes? does little puppy want to get his puppyparts bred?

All the while id give you kisses, let my hand pet your nape and tug the slightest bit at your hair whenever you get whiny.

Ill gently put you into my nap, facing away from me, and then ill lift a blunt up to your sweet little lips, letting you take a hit. Im not even that much into intox, but i love how adorable you get :) ill push my thumb past your lips afterwards, just so you have something to suck on while i begin knead your thighs, occasionally rubbing your tummy a bit, too.

Ill coo into your ear how cute and easy you are, how wet for me. gonna bark for me, pup? whos a good boy, huh?

ill slip my hands into your pants when your whining increases so i can tug a bit at your poor little puppycock. do you like that, baby? like when i stroke your cock? when im not busy whispering praises into your ear, im nipping at your neck, just to make sure everyone knows whose perfect doggyboy you are.

once ive managed to get the both of us our of our pants, ill put my cock into your hole. biiiig stretch, puppy, take a breath for me alright? ill let you sink down slowly on it so you can feel every single inch.

then, ill bounce you on my cock while i grope your chest. ill let you take another hit too because youve been so good to me. ill fuck into you like a fleshlight, puppy, soft and wet and warm just for me, arent you?

bark for me, boy. whose puppyparts are these? youre my good boy arent you? tell me, whose puppy are you?

then, if my arms havent turned into jelly at that point, id lift you up a little so i can drill into you mercilessly, letting you squirm and squeal but keeping your legs spread while my cock pounds you. such a good boy, letting me use you like this.

once i let you fall back down into my lap, my cock going even deeper again, ill begin tugging at your tdick again, gently massaging it between my fingers, but never enough to make you come from it. i want you to come from your hole. good boy, baby, let me play with your cock a little, yeah? i love your doggydick. if youre lucky, i might breed your puppyhole extra hard, pushing as deep as i can while my hands grip your thighs hard enough to bruise. i wanna fill you to the brim.

I wont stop until youve cum at least thrice. i want your thighs to twitch, i want your tongue rolled out while panting like an obedient dog. youd look so so handsome.

of course ill clean you up afterwards <3 ill run you a bath, wash your hair for you while telling you how much of a good puppy youve been for me just now. ill hold you in my arms and give you forehead kisses to make sure youre feeling safe and loved, ill even massage your back, doesnt matter if youre hurting or not. id love to treat my good boy like that!

- 🦴

hholy shit this made me so hard and pathetic.. i read this grindinf into my pajama shorts and the weed didn't help mm fuck. please please i'll always be your good boy, and the fact that you're not even that into intox but seeing Me get all pathetic is adorable??? god thank you 🦴 anon

[fragileizywriting]

for kitty, not stretching is kind of like not living. she's constantly contorting herself into impossible shapes. she's the living embodiment of a cat doing biiiig stretches. both adrien and luka are used to it, watching her bend and twist and turn into the equivalent of an elastic string, but— uh—

the dl crew is not used to it. not 100% used to it, but they don't freak out when kitty is outside and decides to walks towards someone on all fours, flipped so that she's belly up, walking like a creature. it's terrifying. it's scary. she's snapping teeth and remarkably fast for someone who can't see where she's walking.

(and when she does a half and half???? twists her body at the middle so that her lower half is flipped belly up but her upper half is belly down??? lord JESUS.)

she's doing splits. she's doing cartwheels. she's stretching her leg up right behind her until she's completely 180. a line. a literal |.

she's flexible in a way that's almost grotesque.

it's hypnotic, though. there's grace in it. powerful. each stretch is held in place for a significant amount of time. dl adrien can see the coordination it takes for her to stay still and perfect, like she's practiced many times.

flp is not used to it, either. like, at all.

chat is absolutely grossed out by it in a morbid way. he watches. eyes wide. kitty is doing handstands, or weird maneuvers where she sits on her own chest and lets her legs flip up. kitty cartwheels into somersaults like a cheerleader, flipping and flipping and flipping. she can't stay still. she's a gymnast, stimming in the only way she knows how and it's to get out as much energy as possible. she plays with objects. grabs things with her feet, tossing it in the air, contorting herself to make a space where the ball lands in between her thighs like a rhythmic gymnast.

she ends up teaching chat how to do handstands. he's so unbelievably proud of himself. next on her list is to help him learn how to do a one-handed handstand. he's concerned.

[allsadnshit]

I am feeling so inspired art and cooking wise... I went to the local woman owned butcher that does all grass fed pasture raised local whole animal butchering and I got a whole rabbit to make rabbit stew this week....and I am still riding the high of making my first homemade Chinese beef jerky last week and it being soooo good and I never thought I'd be able to make that! And I've been drawing a lot more without having to force myself I've just been feeling in the mood and my mind has felt so expressive and lively the last two days!!! Got new kitchen clogs and I feel so myself when I wear them + they have a wide toe box so I know they are so much healthier for my feet than any of my toe squeezing sneakers....

I just feel aligned with my higher self the last 48 hours.... and I still have so much im working up to! I've even been much sillier and more uncurated on Instagram which probably sounds meaningless but it actually makes me feel really good to just be myself and say what I want to say without considering how it will be received how how anyone thinks of me. I hate trying to seem cool it's exhausting and I hate trying to seem emotionally stable 24/7 cause no one is!

I did a biiiig stretch last night before bed with my husband and I've been watching movies that I loved as a little kid and it really fills me with a special kind of joy

I really want to prioritize my next cookbook release. I've been slowly working on recipes the last few months and have felt like I needed to halt and really take my time thinking about making it try to my dietary beliefs, accessible for people without much experience, and really get to express my love for food and how much it's healed me in my life. I don't want to remove myself from what I make just because I'm selling it. I want to make a cookbook that really expressed my care and passion for food and the process within cooking that can be shared and manageable for someone learning like myself a few years ago....

Life feels sacred today

[mattewbeing]

Does Narry do biiiig stretches when he wakes up, like cats do

yes, he does :3