#due to dog bite

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about superheroes unfortunately

[facesblind]

idk what is happening honestly so tired so eepy let boys run the errands with teddybeardog and i have some regrets ( tm )

[boomerang109]

i've felt awful all morning and i just had a full meal and suddenly i feel better? crazy how this adulting thing works

[gourde]

DUUUUDE seeing pitpull defenders say "Yeah people hate the fighting breed because of racism" is SOOOO insane to me like what. What are you saying. What. Huh. Excuse me. What. Why are you comparing how a dog breed is treated, one of which attacks the most people per year of ANY dog breed, to fucking RACISM WHY DOES THAT ALWAYS HAPPEN CAN WE STOP COMPARING PETTY ISSUES TO A GENUINE PROBLEM ABOUT HUMAN BEINGS thank you

[trollbreak]

Hey question who else here gets so bit by bugs every summer asking for a me

[agriocnemis]

ngl guys, I think people should be normal about all types of scars. I don't mean as in a "who cares?" I mean it as a literal statement of "it is simply part of what makes a person".

It's difficult to find a lot of media that actually treats people with VERY visible scars that are further than something small or overly dramatic. there's rarely any in-betweens, and that really does suck to grow up around if you grow up with scars being next to never being shown on people other than villains.

Zuko is honestly a great example of a visible face scar in particular being treated well, and I can't ever really think of any other major character that just simply has scarring as part of them in really anything else that doesn't make it weird or extremely simplified and small.

But using him as an example alone only shows burn scars than the various types of scarring. One I rarely see is noticeable bite scars, and it slightly bothers me how rare it is to find one that actually is on the face.

Brightheart from Warriors is honestly one of the only characters I can remember that simply has it like that, but hers is far less accurate and just honestly on a far more extreme side of what bite scars can be like. and this isn't even a human character, this is a cat. She is a good example of how people act differently towards you due to simply how you look though and adapting to it, even if it’s harsh. (and not the best written)

It really does suck that a lot of time the scars that are shown positively or most often are specifically ones from a sliced wound vs piercing, blunt, tearing & burns(etc) that aren't usually shown further than a couple of characters in common larger media once in a blue moon.

please do make characters with scars, look into different scar types and mess around with them, don't be afraid to make characters with scars that aren't immediately visible or noticeable. scars are simply part of people's bodies and should be acknowledged as something to treat fairly.

Please don't just stop at drawing scars from things like slice wounds. I truly do mean it when it can help some people's confidence if they see or are able to find scars similar to theirs on even someone's own character.

[redrobin-25]

I like to think my style is modern day emo Zuko (circa book 2-3) but make it Latino

[greyhavensking]

bird mating season is scary man I saw two birds going at it so hard they fell off the roof they were fucking on

[joyfulcollectordreamland]

I went to take my dog for a walk while my foot is still a bit sore. Rushed through it as she started being anxious. At the gate just as I was about to put the key in. Roommate's dogs started barking at a guy walking past. She then got the bright idea of trying to lunge at him. Slamming my hand in the gate and now for at least 2 days I'm walking around bandaged again.

[starfirebird]

An under-discussed aspect of taking part in many activities is the continual guessing game of Where Did This Bruise Come From?

[sexbot300]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ brat-tamer!toji

authors note: no thots, just him. this is just pure smut, sorry lollllll. need him so bad u don’t understand. with that being said, minors dni, 18+ ! thank you for the love on my first few posts! i appreciate it all of it <3 i'm not ignoring my messages btw, just extremely busy with my studies! ♡

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brat-tamer!toji who notices you acting up and simply asks, “cranky because you ain’t got dick today?”

brat-tamer!toji who only looks at you with a raised brow and (huge) arms across his chest when you purposely try to piss him off. so cute.

brat-tamer!toji who purposely puts his entire body weight on top of you when you beg him to stop due to overstimulation. he tugs you even closer, just laughing in your face.

brat-tamer!toji who stops thinking coherent thoughts when he sees you in a sundress.

brat-tamer!toji who rewards your good behavior with head (lets you squirt) and also punishes your bad behavior with head (denies you relief, gives in eventually, sometimes).

brat-tamer!toji who loooovessssss shoving your face into the pillow while you whine, pant, and moan. he loves to put your head into a headlock with his bicep, as drool escapes your lips, and you’re babbling like an idiot while he’s hitting it from the back.

brat-tamer!toji who casually lifts you up and fucks you in the air as if just anyone can do it. “such a perfect little pocket pussy,” he snickers.

brat-tamer!toji who gets you cock drunk so often (he’s starting to think that it’s your normal state).

brat-tamer!toji who likes to make you count every time he spanks the fat of your ass when arched up across his lap. slap! “24…” you say with a slight moan, biting your bottom lip in, as he soothes the red outline forming on your cheek. he grins above you, “should’ve known a cock-bent whore like you would take this as pleasurable rather than punishment.”

brat-tamer!toji who makes a safe word with you early on (which you tease him for doing so early, he only tsks because he knows YOU know how much you mean to him and he puts your well-being above anything else).

brat-tamer!toji who has a hidden collection of pictures on his phone with you smiling, his cum decorating your face.

brat-tamer!toji who grips your face in the middle of a make out session, pulling away as he notices your fucked out, panting expression. “open.” you quickly open up your mouth as he slowly lets spit hit onto your tongue. he lightly chuckles. “obedient slut.” you look at him, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wanting more. “swallow.”

brat-tamer!toji who finds his favorite position to be when his massive balls are hitting your clit and he mercilessly pounds, abusing your little cunt from the back as he strings profanity out of his mouth. or a full nelson where he just tells you to, “shut the fuck up and take it.” or even a mating press where he can pummel his cum into you while seeing your face contort in pure bliss. “y-yeah. ‘ust let loose. go dumb on this dick.”

brat-tamer!toji who regularly calls you; “slut, (needy or cock) whore, vixen, pretty, disgusting, (stupid) bitch, brat, bad girl, good girl, perfect, beautiful, gorgeous, princess, angel, (sex or fuck) toy, doll, bunny, cum-slut, cum-dumpster, sugar… etc”

brat-tamer!toji who gets annoyed at your endless ramblings about your day, he sighs and tells you to get on your knees. you promptly do that, but to push his buttons you don’t stop rambling on and on and on. somehow, this man manages to get his 8 (girthy) inches down your throat. “cant complain with my cock in your mouth, huh?” he only smirks as you become teary-eyed, moaning a little at his statement, lapping your tongue up and down like a starving dog. he throws his head back, forearms supporting him while you bob your head back and forth on his thick length. “hey… never said that my cock doesn’t appreciate your tongue. s’ch a good girl when you do what you’re made for. unh!”

brat-tamer!toji who presses against you into a mirror, his broader, massive frame encasing you while he stares into your soul. “i-i don’t understand what i did?” you look up at him feigning innocence, batting your eyelashes. fingers caress his forearms, down his hard bicep, and lightly trace his hardened outline. his eyes never leave yours, a stern, menacing look to the average person, but you can tell he’s about to have you praying for mercy in another way. “of course you don’t understand what you did.” you whine slightly when his fingers suddenly grab a fist full of your hair, burning your scalp, his voice turns mockingly softer. “all you know in that pretty, empty, head of yours is just fucking. nothing else.” he quickly releases you, eliciting a gasp, magically flipping you around in an instant so you’re staring at yourself in the mirror now. “told you not to play with yourself until i came home. but you just haaad to be difficult.” he gripped the vibrator in one hand that was tucked away, pressing it against your lips. “spit.” you spat on it, eyes full of want. he only snickered and smirked. “good luck thinking I’m going to let you cum. stare in the mirror while I do this.” he turned the toy on, a vibrating tune humming throughout the room. “need you to realize how pathetic you look begging.” you gasped slightly, “b-but-" he proceeds to pry your legs apart with one massive thigh, his hand gripping the front of your neck, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “push your skirt up. you lost your right to cum, stupid whore. cum without permission, see what happens.”

brat-tamer!toji who loves to fuck you on his fingers. he loves the lewd noise it makes while ramming his two middle fingers in and out, or up and down. he loves to see your jaw go slack as you beg him to stop. “i-it’s… uhhhhhh! t-to- ah! -ji, toooooo-uhhh much!” he never loses focus, “yeah? yeah?” he presses his hand on your lower abdomen, “quite honestly, don’t care what you think.” he only licks his lips, his scarred lip grins with anticipation to finally taste you when you unfold.

brat-tamer!toji who degrades you like it’s a living but LIVES for your filthy mouth. he loves that you talk back, he’ll never admit it. he loves putting cum sluts like you in their place.

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brat-tamer!toji who weirdly… gets needy at times when you finish. he’ll hold you from behind, shutting his eyes while his arms are wrapped around, practically glued to your torso, the backside of your body molds perfectly to the front of his. legs intertwined, your head against his chest, a moment of pure bliss shared between you two. “who knew the big bad toji likes to cuddle?” “shut up.”

(silly toji! i need him to ruin me)

[threadmonster]

It's not often but sometimes I remember that there's a guy* out there with a large framed photo of Leviathan and it's kind of... huh, well that is in fact a fact.

*I know this person we just don't talk anymore

[eccentricallygothic]

Strict Mommy!Abby Anderson | Sadistic Miss!Ellie Williams | Naive Little!You. 

Warning(s): Heavy d/s dynamics, mommy kink, miss kink, slapping, rough stuff, sadism, praise kink, use of strap ons, cunnilingus, allusions to anilingus, ass play, you are a slut sandwich, dacryphilia, humiliation, degradation, power imbalance, nipple play, infantilization, hair pulling, spit play, puppy kink, allusions to face sitting, they're both possessive and competitive over you, pure brain rot because I do and write stupid shit when I am in a real mood. Minors do not interact. 

Yes, Abby and Ellie hate each other and for good reason. 

But if they were to make a truce? What– no, who would be the common interest?

Why, sweet little too dumb to even breathe by herself little you, of course.

Your legs that are covered in glittery pink stockings dangle from the sides of Abby's muscular thighs as your knees bob up and down each time she jostles your form upwards by the breathtaking push of her pelvis. 

A sob curls in your throat from how one of her favorite strap ons hit you deep in your sensitive spot but before it can make its way past your lips, the sound dies down because of how your mouth stretches around Ellie's cunt. 

Your fucked out mind feels as though it is melting out of your ears and eyes in the form of heat and tears that stream down your cheeks. You choke and gurgle on Ellie's juices while your tongue obediently laps at the hot, cherry red stripe of flesh between her pretty milky white petals, nose flared to the max as you try to breathe through them as much as possible. 

Abby's hot lips come to hover next to your ear, one hand tightly holding your wrists behind your back and the other toying with your much sensitive and sore nipples that are in their tender state due to the women's cruel sucking and biting at them.

“Fuck yeah, pretty girl, just like that” Abby is the softer one of the pair, although it is more of a lesser of two evils situation if you are being honest. “Your sweet little pussy is taking Mommy's cock so well” if it weren't for Ellie holding you in place by the hair on the top of your head with her cunt further nailing you all the way down to Abby's balls, the force of the blonde woman's thrusts would have required her holding you by the waist so you wouldn't fall off her cock. “Such a good babygirl for your Mommy, aren't you?”

Your pussy is so wet and stretched around the strap on that you whimper into Ellie's opening as your tongue fights to make an opening for itself, but the strain that the girth of Mommy's cock is putting on the band of your hole only adds to the heat in your clit. Your hips are pulled taut against one another with strings of the orgasm that steadily builds in the pits of your abdomen. It will be the first of many. 

“Dirty fuckin' slut” Ellie rasps when she pulls you off her pussy with a jerk. Your mouth falls open and worked up tongue hangs past your lips like that of a dog. “Crying like a stupid little baby but fucking herself silly on Mommy's cock and slurpin' up my cunt like a bitch in heat” her sadistic fingers cracked across your face and your face dangled to the side, flush cheeks smeared in her juices. “Just so innocent, aren't you?” You cry out as Abby twists your nipple between her fingers while her hips pounds your pussy harder and harder. “You can put up the act for others all you want, but I know what you are” you flinch when she spits on your face, the blob landing on the crease between your nose and under eye. Ellie leans down a little to whisper her words, your racing heart leaping up in anticipation as your back arches from how Abby feels for your pussy with her free hand to rub it. “A filthy little doggy slut” another slap lands on your face and though you cry out, your pussy only clenches harder around the textured girth of Abby's cock. “That's all you are.” They never say it out loud anymore. The last time they had done so had ended up in a fight. So now they choose to claim their ownership over you in less verbal and more physical ways.

It is always a competition between the two of them.

And you're both the playdough and the trophy. 

“Aw, look at this pretty little cry baby” Abby tries to divert you toward herself by wrapping her fingers around your throat for grip. “Such a sensitive little thing for Mommy” when she tries to push you further back against herself, Ellie's dark eyes flash with anger and your scalp burns with how she pulls you closer to herself. 

“Where do you think you're going?” Ellie doesn’t look at Abby and nor does she acknowledge the older female. Instead, all of her ire and reproach gets directed towards you; their ragdoll. “No, you dirty little cum dump, I am not done with you just yet” though Abby says nothing, she growls and increases the force of her thrusts -if it's even possible-, her warm lips attacking your neck to suck new marks into your delicate skin. “Here, take it!” Ellie slaps your tits this time, clapping them together before she turns and then reaches behind her to coil your hair around her scarred fingers in such a way that both sides of your head are in her grip. “You like it, don't you, you dirty little pup?” She starts to roll her hips in rapid succession, as a result of which your lips and face bury in her ass cheeks and your head swishes from side to side from the facial her ass is giving you. 

Ellie loves to sit on your face.

And you sit on Abby's.

“Such a brave little girl for us, aren't you honey?” Abby's reassuring words are the bridge that you need along with Ellie's rough handling. You can't take any one of the two extremes without the balance of the other. It simply isn't your preference. 

Your Miss and Mommy aren't wrong, you are a dirty little slut.

“Stop whining and take it like a good pup” Ellie grunts as she pushes her ass against you until your face has fully tucked into it, your lungs scream for air while your head spins from how Abby is abusing your g-spot with her fat cock. 

Sticking out your tongue against Ellie’s holes, you go to work just how your Mommy and Miss have taught you.

[writers-potion]

Could you give any advice for "descriptive" writing of any scene or action scenes or mapping out the scenery (Mountains, forests, streets etc) - i believe this is a struggle for Non-English speaking writers due to lack of vast vocabulary.

Common Scenery Description Tips

Vocabulary is clearly an important part of description, but it doesn’t have to be a limit. The most important thing about description in fiction is picking the right details to mention:

How does the details add to the mood of the story? A mountain ridge will be dark, gray and foggy if the overall mood is meant to be mysterious/brooding. In contrast, a mountain can be brilliantly snow-capped, lush green and “smiling down” upon the character if they’re out for a light stroll.

How are the contrasts/complementary aspects being brought out?

Are you using the five senses? You can even combine the senses, ie. blue ringing of the church bells

(If you have the POV character) what 

Some other tips for setting description:

Use similes and metaphors. Creative figures of speech always get my attention as a reader. 

Mention story-specific elements. For example, “The sky was the shade of Zoes’ eyes” or “the mountains looked like a group of trolls sleeping on one another” 

Be concise. Today’s readers don’t want to read paragraphs and paragraphs about one landscape. Outline the larger elements in the scene, their location and general mood. Add some details, then move on. 

If the same location appears multiple times, differentiate the description little by little as you write, instead of trying to lay out one scene in too much detail at once. 

That said, here are some helpful words/phrases:

Forests/Mountains

Color: bone-white, phantom-white, hazy gray

Sound: rumbling, booming grumbling, bellowing clapping, trundling, growling, thundering

Shape: crinkled, crumpled, knotted, grizzled, rumpled, wrinkled, craggy, jagged, gnarled, rugose  

Action: sky-punching/stabbing/piercing/spearing, heaven-touching/kissing, snow-cloaked/hooded/wreathed/festooned

Sloping sides, sharp/rounded ridges, high point/peak/summit

Majestic, gargantuan humbling, vast, massive, titanic, towering, monumental, mighty, vast, humbling

Mountains having faces, etc. 

Seas

Color: blue-green, crystal-clear crystalline, emerald, frothy, hazy, glistening, pristine, turquoise

Size: boundless, abyssal, fathomless, unconquerable, vast, wondrous

Sound: billowing, blustering, bombastic

Action: boisterous, agitated, angry, biting, breaking, brazen. Churning, bubbling, changing, brooding, calm, convulsing, enticing erratic, fierce, tempestuous, turbulent, undulating

Alluring, blissful, betwitching, breezy, captivating, chaotic, chilly, elemental, disorienting

Deserts

Sight: A landscape of sand, flat, harsh sunlight, cacti, tumbleweeds, dust devils, cracked land, crumbing rock, sandstone, canyons, wind-worn rock formations, tracks, dead grasses, vibrant desert blooms (after rainfall), flash flooding, dry creek

Sounds: Wind (whistling, howling, piping, tearing, weaving, winding, gusting), birds cawing, flapping, squawking, the fluttering shift of feasting birds, screeching eagles, the sound of one’s own steps, heavy silence, baying wild dogs

Smell: Arid air, dust, one’s own sweat and body odor, dry baked earth, carrion

Touch: Torrid heat, sweat, cutting wind, cracked lips, freezing cold (night) hard packed ground, rocks, gritty sand, shivering, swiping away dirt and sweat, pain from split lips and dehydration, numbness in legs, heat/pain from sun stroke, clothes…

Taste: Grit, dust, dry mouth & tongue, warm flat canteen water, copper taste in mouth, bitter taste of insects for eating, stringy wild game (hares, rats) the tough saltiness of hardtack, biscuits or jerky, an insatiable thirst or hunger

Streets

Dusty, fume-filled, foul, sumptuous, broad, bucolic, decayed, mournful, seemingly endless, empty, unpaved, lifeless, dreadfully genteel, muddy, nondescript, residential/retail

Bleach, flimsy, silent, narrow, crooked, furrowed, smoggy, commonplace, tumbledown, treeless, shady

The blacktop streets absorb the spring sunshine as if intent upon sending heaven's warmth back through my soles.

The streets absorbed the emotions in the air, the city as the steady and reassuring mother.

The streets were a marriage of sounds, from bicycle wheels to chattering.

In the refreshing light of early daytime, the streets had the hues of artistic dreamtime, soft yet bold pastels.

Cobbled streets flowed as happy rivers in sunlight.

Parties

Some extra tips for locations like parties, where lots of action is going around practically everywhere:

Focus on the important characters - where they are, who they’re with. 

Provide some overall description of the structure of the party scene (a pool, a two-storey house with yard?), then move on to details. 

Don’t try to describe everything. 

whirlwind of laughter and music, a symphony of joyous chaos.

It was a gathering that shimmered with the glow of twinkling lights and echoed with the rhythm of dancing feet.

The air was alive with excitement, buzzing with conversations and the clink of glasses.

Every corner held a story waiting to unfold, a moment waiting to be captured in memory.

It was a tapestry of colors, a mosaic of faces, each adding their own brushstroke to the vibrant canvas of the night.

Laughter cascaded like a waterfall, infectious and unstoppable, filling the room with warmth.

The night was a carnival of senses, with aromas of delicious food mingling with the melodies that filled the air.

Time seemed to slip away in the whirl of the party, moments blending into each other like colors on a palette.

The energy of the crowd was electric, pulsing through the room like a heartbeat, binding everyone in a shared moment of celebration.

It was a celebration of life, where worries faded into the background, and the present moment was all that mattered.

[inevesgf]

‘THERAPY’

helping lando relieve his tension and frustration when he’s feeling down — wrote by inevesgf.

warnings: pure smut +18 — penetration (p in v), raw (use a condom folks), oral (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talking, female!reader.

masterlist + requesting rules.

it all started when your friend lando came for a visit — the conversation that was once cheerfully about summer had turned into something more dull. lando had opened up, expressing the tension and frustration he had felt; being an f1 driver with all the training was anything but easy.

“i wish i could help you.” you spoke softly, your eyes finding his as a hand rested on his back. it was like his eyes lit up, an idea flooding to his mind. “you could.” lando returned the soft tone, his green eyes searching yours for a form of sincerity in them.

that was what had gotten you to where you were, your comfortably dressed body positioned between his legs as he looked down at you from the couch. your eyes locked onto his light ones, a small breath catching in your lungs. you slowly brought you hand up to his clothed thigh, rubbing it softly, the eye contact unbroken. “i’ll make you feel better.” you spoke softly, a sense of teasing in your voice. a small chuckle escaped landos lips, his body relaxing and sinking into the sofa. “i don’t doubt that for a second.” he hummed as your hand traced up his jeans, landing on the buckle. you slowly unbuckled them, taking your time working the zipper before pulling them to his knees.

the bulge in his boxers was unreal, the small veins that perked out of his cock being visible through the thin fabric. your breath caught in your throat again, your hands eager to explore him as they came up to cup the bulge under your palm. lando shuttered, a small sigh like whine escaping his lips as he kept his gaze fixated on you. you slowly moved your hand on him, palming his bulge that seemingly twitched under your touch. lando hummed, his teeth coming to suck and bite down on his bottom lip. you locked eyes again, drinking in the sight of him as both of your hands found his waistband.

you pulled his boxers down to his knees, his cock springing out, almost coming to smack against your face due to the close proximity. he was so big, you couldn’t help but hum satisfactorily at the sight. “like what you see, hm?” lando teased, his voice sending a shiver down your body that went straight to your core, your panties dampening. “it’s so big.” you mumbled, becoming slightly embarrassed at your confession, but pushing the thought away as you took the base in your right palm. you began to stroke gently, your movements soft and calculated. lando grunted quietly, his body satisfied by the small amount of touch you had given him. “look at you, on your knees for me.” he spoke, his voice a low growl. “such a sight.”

his words made you laugh softly, a flush of red forming on your cheeks. you continued stroking his leaking cock, your slow pace picking up gradually. “put it in your mouth, baby.” lando was straight forward with what he wanted, his green eyes watching you attentively as you looked up at him with lust filled puppy dog eyes. you placed a soft kitten lick on his tip, relishing in the taste of the pre-cum that had decorated it. lando shook under you, his big hands coming to find your hair, grabbing it firmly. part of you was just as eager to please him as he was to receive it, and you couldn’t hold back much longer as you took his sizable cock into your mouth.

you started to bob your head up on down, deep throating his cock like a starved woman, taking every inch you could of him down your throat. “fuck—“ lando grumbled, the grip in your hair tightening as he bucked his hips into your mouth. it was a messy, erotic sight, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of him stuffing your throat just as much as he enjoyed being in it. “fucking good girl.” he mumbled as your pace picked up again, a low growl of a moan escaping landos lips. “you’re so fucking good.” the clothed space between your legs was just as messy as your mouth meeting landos cock was, your brain relishing at the idea of him using you to relieve his tension.

you sucked your lips around him tightly, your small whines muffled around his cock as he pushed your head down. your nose tickled against his abs, sweat beading across your forehead and pre-cum leaking down your throat. “already so close for you, baby. making me feel so good.” lando rumbled, pants escaping his lips as he continued to push your head down onto him. you rapidly moved up and down, a tension of pain in your neck forming, but it was the last thing on your mind at that moment. you felt cock-drunk, desperately wanting to feel his cum fill up your throat — a present for your good work.

before you knew it, your face was sunk in landos abs, beads of his warm cum stringing down your throat. god, he was vocal, letting out soft rumbles of moans and tiny praises as he finished down your throat. you pulled off his cock with a popping noise, your blissed out eyes meeting his. landos hand came to cup your cheek, his face looking down on yours. “such a good girl. you sucked me off so fucking good.” he spoke low and sultry, a desire still present in his eyes. “let me take care of you now. you deserve it.” your heart panged in your chest, your body was shaking, desperate for his touch.

lando patted the spot next to him, your eager body following his orders and letting your body sink into the couch. lando wasted no time before looming over you, your body laid flat against the couch while he positioned his body to straddle over your legs. his large hands found the waist band of your pants, pulling them down as well as your panties in his wake. the cold air hit your partially naked body, making a small gasp escape your legs. “gonna treat you so good, baby. give you a little reward.” lando teased, slipping his shirt off his body which revealed his abs glimmering in sweat. he brought your legs up to rest on his shoulder, his rock solid cock reforming as it nearly pressed into your wet cunt.

“are you ready, baby? want to be rewarded?” you never thought lando would be the one for dirty talk, but god, it somehow turned you on even more. “yes. yes, please, lan. i need you.” a small laugh escaped his lips as he hummed satisfactorily at your begging. he lined his cock up with your aching pussy, your head laying back as your legs rested upon his shoulders. with a swift movement, lando pushed into you, shoving his whole cock as deep as possible into your pussy. lando grunted, picking up the pace with his thrusts, his cock pounding into your g spot which elicited a loud moan from your mouth. “you’re so tight, baby. so wet for me. liked having my cock in your mouth that much?” he teased, his body leaning over yours as he buried his cock deeper into your desperate cunt.

your eyes locked with his again, the eye contact sending a jolt of pleasure through your body as he pounded into you. “mhm. mhm.” you hummed quickly, your eyes fluttering shut as small whines and moans fell from your lips. “love being stuffed full of me anywhere, don’t you? want me to cum in your sweet pussy like i did down your throat, baby?” he grunted, his thrusts hard and sloppy as the sound of skin slapping together filled the room. “fuck — yes, lando. please. wanna feel you fill me up.” the words fell from your lips so pathetically, but you were too distracted to even care when landos thrusts became more sloppy. “you’re so good for me, baby. im so close.” lando grumbled, his cock pounding so deep into your pussy that you swore you could see stars. pornographic moans left your lips which made you want to laugh. you couldn’t fathom the fact that sex could actually be this good — or maybe no other man had treated you right before.

lando snapped his hips against yours until he finished, a faint feeling of warm cum filling you up. his body collapsed on top of yours, the both of your sweaty bodies sticking together. “did i make you feel better?” you teased softly, a tired laugh escaping your lips. “so much better, baby. are you stressed? you seem tense.” lando teased back, a smirk forming on his face as he looked up at you. you couldn’t understand how he wasn’t exhausted, but your smirk started to mirror his. “mhm. i could use some more help.”

[dreorig]

Oh wow, you just happen to be taller and broader than your mercenary boyfriend!

[ deadpool x dom male reader | nsfw under the cut | had this sitting in my drafts for a while now so uhhh forgive any mistakes :P ]

First things first. He thinks that's so hot of you.

He brags about you to everyone. Everyone. Random people, someone's he's fighting with, a friend; they all will hear about how handsome and tall Wade's boyfriend is.

Wade gets heart eyes when you both are in public and you hold his waist or hug him from behind. A subtle possessive squeeze on him will also do the job.

Wade will steal your clothes. He is 6'2, do you seriously think he'd ever have another chance to feel smaller in someone else's clothes anytime soon? Yeah, he's not losing this chance.

How many times can he ask to arm wrestle with you until you threaten to cut his vocal chords?

"So we can't get to decide what we're getting for dinner and we both want different things..." "Wade—" "There's only one way to solve this situation..." "Wade. No." "ARM WRESTLING!" "NO."

You will give him piggy backs and carry him around in bridal style either you like it or not. It's a demand.

He jumps at you randomly. First time he did that he jumped from behind, but you didn't know that was him, so your instincts made you grab that apparently stranger and throw him across the room, making him hit a wall. Wade fell even more for you right then and there.

Wade was mesmerised. You desperate; so you ran towards him, already chanting an infinite amount of sorry's. "Shit. Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to—" your apology was interrupted by the sound of Wade's laugh, which took you aback a little. Wade jumped to his feet and into your arms, this time you caught him properly. He wrapped his legs around your waist and arms around your neck, his chest still trembling with laughter. "Do you know how unbelievably hot that was? Never stop manhandling me."

Wade can reach the top shelves just fine but will ask you to grab the things instead. He just wants to enjoy his tall dog privilege.

He will always go to the gym with you if he's not busy re-killing former US presidents, slaughtering some asshole or pestering Logan. Hell, Wade loves to see your muscles flexing and your sweaty self after a good workout.

Asking you to pick him up (like this) became a part of your workout routine. He giggles and melts in your hold because he loves the fact that you pick him off the ground so effortlessly, like he's a piece of paper.

Fuck him doggy style and slap his ass with your big hands and you'll hear the loudest moan ever.

So loud you'll probably need to slip a few fingers inside his mouth to keep him shut. You don't need any neighbours hearing what's yours only.

You know what they say about big hands, eh? Wade knows it better than anyone and God, he loves the way you stretch him. Naturally he's got a high pain tolerance, so you being big and making him see things without having to use a toy is just perfect.

Doesn't mean you never use toys, tho. Fuck Wade's face and make him gag on your big cock while he has a dildo deep inside him, he'll give you the biggest puppy eyes ever as he humps on your leg.

You reminding him of your size difference never fails to make him wet. Never fucking fails. Tell him he should stand in front of you to get a better view since you're taller and he won't hide the fact that his underwear is already stained with pre-cum.

No marks such as love bites will stay on Wade's body due to his healing factor, much to his and your dislike, but eventually you found a way to claim him as yours — he's got to wear one of your shirts while you so relentlessly fuck him and even after you're done. Your scent and sweat that lingers on the fabric make Wade's head spin, often leading him to beg for you to fuck him once again.

Plus wearing your clothes just feels right. The way they're always oversized on him serves to remind him of how much bigger you are. He's got a size kink, he can't help it.

"Aren't you my little bitch?" you increased your pace. "Fuck, yes, yes," he pushed his hips down, meeting your thrusts. "Did I fuck you dumb? Use your damn words," you growled in his ear. Wade's cock throbbed at that. He was indeed beginning to think you fucked him dumb, yet he replied, "Arghh— yes, shit, yes, I'm your little bitch~" "Yeah, that's right. Let me show you how a real man treats a little bitch like you," you slapped his ass so hard even your own hand burned a little. Wade came right away without even having to touch his cock this time. How many times was it now? Not that he cared, he just wanted more, more, more. You chuckled, pleased with your own work. "Look at what a slap can do to a little bitch in heat." Wade wasn't sure of what you really said, but his ears caught "little bitch in heat" and he smiled dumb, more than happy to know he was your little bitch in heat.