#god bf

[rs-hawk]

Earth Day Request!

A forgotten ancient forest or land god who is awakened unbeknownst to reader. The things they do around their property (compost, plant native species, create bat houses, leave out materials for birds to build nests, ect.) help the god regain its power/strength. The god observes the reader as he waits to be fully restored, and becomes enamored with them and considers them a new worshipper. Once the god finally is restored, they seek out the reader to "reward" them.

This is so hot

Happy Earth Day: Post Ten

When you inherited the old plot of land from your great grandfather, it was clear that it hadn't been taken care of properly in decades. From what your grandfather told you, his father hadn't even really taken care of it when he was a young man. It was just a plot of land that the family owned. What you understand is that it's been over 50 years since anyone took care of it, and over 100 since anyone honored it the way that your grandfather said that it deserved. Your ancestors had moved to that plot of land from the Old Country, and had poured everything into it. That's why even though your great grandfather didn't live on the land, he refused to sell it.

Considering that this was the only way that you were ever going to own land with the state of the economy, you jumped at the chance. Your grandfather was glad that someone would care for the land again. He had fond memories of his own grandparents inviting him over and showing him how to tell what berries were safe to eat, and how to check the stream water to make sure that it was safe to drink. You promised him as soon as you had everything set up and ready, you would have him come stay for a little while. He happily agreed.

As you began to take care of the land, you noticed the more you did, it seemed like the more the land responded. You saw a few bees and went and bought flowers to plant. Then suddenly there was an entire hive. When you began composting and added worms in, suddenly there were so many worms that you were already able to scoop out fresh compost for the flowers you just planted. A few piles here and there of nesting material left out in the spring to help the overwhelmed bird mothers, and before you knew it, every morning there were dozens of bird songs to greet you.

Without you knowing it, you had become the first caregiver of the land that had followed ancient laws that you didn't even know of. The God that had lived on this land, brought to this land from the Old Country, saw you and for the first time in decades, felt like He had a chance to regain His old strength.

Every kindness you showed the land, every flower planted, every injured bird released, every bee brought a dish of sugar water, gave Him more strength. Helped Him reclaim His former glory. He misunderstands your actions, thinking that you are a new worshipper. So, when He finally regains his full power, He knows that He has to thank His faithfully dedicated worshipper.

One Summer morning, there was a knock at your door. When you opened it, the being on the other side should have left you afraid. Should have scared and terrified you. Instead, you found yourself left in awe.

He was easily 12 feet fall, with a face that was somewhere between a man and a deer. Instead of hair, locks of leaves and vines fell down HIs back and around His face. His body was like a bear's-covered in fur and large with claws at the end of His paws. You knew that you should be afraid. You knew that you should run, or do something. Anything. Instead, you took a side step, opening your door wider for Him. Something deep inside you knew what this was. What He was. Something far more ancient and older than you could comprehend.

"A dutiful worshipper. Helping to restore Me to my rightful glory," His voice came out in a snarled, low graveled tone as He reached out to hold your face in His paws.

When He picked you up, drawing your body against His, you melted into Him. His long, fat tongue slid down your throat as His claws slashed through your clothes with ease. You might be His worshipper, but right now, He had a century of lust to unleash and you were the vessel He had at His disposal.

He licked and nipped at every inch of exposed skin, his sharp teeth nearly slicing through your skin, but instead of pain, it only sent your ecstasy higher. Before you knew it, He was pushing you up against the wall, sliding His massive cock inside of you. You stretched around Him in the most pleasantly painful way. Every inch of Him sheathed inside of you just enough to fill you, distending your stomach to show how perfectly deep you take His Godly cock.

Who knows long you were slid and bounced up and down on His cock? By the time He was finally done with you, you had more orgasms than you could count, and you knew that you would spend the rest of your life worshipping Him in anyway that He wanted.

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[faaun]

WHEN ON PERIOD:

do not crash out

your feelings are NOT valid

do not send that text

don't kill yourself. lock in

do not act on negative emotions until at least 2 days have elapsed

[heavenforeal]

im just a girl tho

[egggelatin]

hurry!!

[xpurplepiex]

found out about the existence of this pairing like a month ago and im already in love with these two <33

[t-thingbiterrrrrrr]

"That's a good boy" please please please please please please can I suck you off cna you fuck me stupid fuck me full of you ? please please please please please please please please please please please please please please i'll be so good please plea

op is t4t mlm

[fallenxangel-13]

fallen angel worshipping your body for the first time. eyes widening in adoration, as though seeking salvation in your flesh alone. his fingertips ghost over your soft skin, lips murmuring praises against your bare neck- warm and desperate-before he takes you raw.

"you're so divine," he groans in your ear, his large wings shudder, feathers rustling as he thrusts deeper into you-eager for more. his faintest whispers send shivers down your spine. "forgive me, love.. heaven was wrong. you were made for me. only me. understand?"

[heavenbarnes]

I used to date an older guy (like mid 40s) a few years back and I always got stupidly turned on when he fixed stuff around his house?? Like, he just knew hot to do it and did it. No googling, just him and his tools. Feel like it would fit somewhere in your older bf Simon stuff.

god love a fully capable “fuck it i’ll do it” type of man 🫶🏼

you know that your older bf!simon doesn’t believe in hiring tradespeople for a service.

“why would i pay someone to fuck about in my home?”

“they’re not fucking about, si! they’d be fixing the sink”

“i’ll do it”

you have no doubt that simon was more than capable of fixing things around the house but you also wanted him relaxing when he was home.

turns out he couldn’t relax at the thought of another man doing something for you.

so you let him do it, you threw your hands up and waved your white tea towel in defeat as you heard him banging around in the garage for tools.

hearing the faint sounds of grunting and the occasional swear word coming from the bathroom, you thought it might pay to go and see how he was getting on.

fucking hell.

simon was on his back, arms stretched up above him as his hands dwarfed the pipe they were wrapped around. t-shirt riding up, lines of his stomach leading right to his belt, knees bent and boots firmly planted on the floor, you could honestly just-

“oi, you gonna’ stare or help me?”

now how the fuck?

“your heads in the cupboard, how did you know-“

“i always know where you are, pass me the wrench”

crouching down beside him, you handed it over and stayed down there to watch him work. scarred knuckles wrapped around the handle of the tool, other palm flat against the base of the sink so you could see the veins.

he was something else entirely.

“how d’you know how to do all this?”

“taught m’self, come hold this”

you reached over to replace where his palm was so he could have both hands back. “but why? surely other people don’t learn all this?”

“other people don’t care about their sweet’art not having to lift a finger- move your finger for me”

the more you stretched to hold the sink, the more you felt yourself losing traction with it. naturally, simon noticed before you did.

“y’need to get closer, cm’ere”

tools landing to the side of him, two large hands plucked you up till you were dropped in his lap. precarious situation but you couldn’t deny the sink was a lot easier to reach.

you stayed like that, letting simon work in peace as you enjoyed your view. honestly, he could invite you to the end of the world and you’d just be happy to hold his hand.

one hand splayed out on his chest, the other holding the sink, you suddenly felt a tickle forming at the end of your nose. before you knew it, you were pulling your hand back to scratch it- the one holding the sink.

you panicked, realising it could very well land on simon’s head. but it didn’t, it stayed completely still. face screwing up, you leant in again to give the sink a nudge only to find out it was totally fixed.

“what the hell, si? why’d you have me doing all that?”

you saw the smirk on his face as he flashed a look over at you. suddenly, you realised you weren’t the only one enjoying the view.

the hand that didn’t have the wrench came out to give you a pat on the side of your hip.

“c’mon sweet’art, i can’t get anything outta’ this?”

[tojisteddy]

Photograph | the soft, mushy, fluffy shit with meanie!simon

Simon Riley who despises having his photos taken.

There’s a reason why there’s no pictures of him on file, something Price’s assistant is still too fucking adamant about getting their hands on. There were no pictures of him or his family around the house either, the few lasting pictures in a box locked away in another box in the basement.

But then there was you who had about 5 cameras laying around the house, always ready to take a picture of something.

You’d purse your lips, high pitched babbles leaving your lips to get Simons attention as if he was a baby, trying to get them to focus on the camera. With no hesitation, he’s playfully mushing your camera out of his face, or blocking the view of himself right when you got a good shot of him. And you’d chuckle through a groan, falling all over him like you always did, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“My mom still takes pictures of everything, so you have to be good ‘nd let me take my portion Si.”

“….mmm… Fuck no.”

But when the house is quiet, the dogs in their cages, and you’re deep in slumber for the night, he’s right there in the kitchen by the stove light. Hunched over the counter because of his tall frame, looking through the scrap book you so meticulously put together. Pages filled with pictures of you, off guards of Simon you craftily took, the dogs, little stickers, paper cut outs from magazines or things you wasted his printer ink on, silly miniature drawings, notes about when the pictures were taken, and those god damn the blurry photos you took of the older man. Face covered by his mask or his hand, in an attempt to hide himself—

Was it shyness? Shame? A mix of both, not wanting to reveal the scars on his face that’ll be stuck there for the rest of his life— those permanent proof of events that would be etched in his brain. He hated recalling past bullshit, it makes his stomach turn, his palms sweaty, irritated. He wasn’t used to it, not like he ever could, how much you really, truly cared about the brute.

How you saw the beauty in him, the tattered man that was Simon Riley— he couldn’t understand it.

But then he continued flipping through the book, there’s that photo you took while he was completely knocked out, bare chested, bed head of blonde hair showing of his body covered in tattoos and markings— the more than healed gun shot wound from an incident a couple years back on his left shoulder, the knife wounds, the burns— but you’re there.

Face buried in his chest, eyes smizing at the camera while your other fingers graced right at the mark on his cheek you always touched— content. Content with being with him.

Then another, you’ve got that stupidity cute smile on your face as Simons got your in a playful headlock, it makes your cheeks chub out like a chipmunk, curls covering your face and just barley— you could see Simons lips curved up— laughing at how dumb his baby looked.

Another, one that he took this time, and it’s shit compared to the the ones you take. But Simon adored it, you’re right on the hood of his truck, arm propping you up as you give him that classic smirk with one of his shirts you’d swore was yours, nipples peaking through the material. Fucking gorgeous, incredible being you were.

God damn it, you were his precious baby. Ghost’s heart swells because he’d be damned if he couldn’t continue seeing you taking those annoying photos and putting them together like it was some final award winning project. Simon would probably never admit it aloud, but you and those memories were his treasure, he’d do anything to keep it in his grasp.

a/n: ending is shit but whatever, no one’s reading this. But this being my first fluff(ish) post about simon, woah.

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[xinganhao]

🥊 older brother!soonyoung vs. boyfriend!jihoon.

@choco-scoups -> "what do we think about brother's best friend jihoon, but your brother is soonyoung"

ⓘ cussing, good-natured sibling bickering, suggestive joke. headcanons under the cut.

🥊 jihoon's notes on surviving the kwon siblings .ᐟ

The Kwon siblings are sulky as hell. Jihoon had thought that Soonyoung was the king of brooding, but then he met you. If he weren't dating you, he might even be impressed. As it is, though, he can only focus on managing the two of you's moods. Sure, Jihoon is a little biased. He thinks you're cute when you get all pouty; it makes him want to pinch your cheeks and hold you until that frown is gone from your face. When it's Soonyoung, though, he's a lot more exasperated. "You're a grown man, Soon. Get over it," he might grouse— right before turning to a sullen you and asking if you want a kiss.

The Kwon siblings bicker. A lot. Jihoon doesn't have any brothers or sisters of his own, so he spent quite a bit of time worrying if the two of you were normal. He quickly learned that most siblings tend to butt heads, though you and Soonyoung tended to be a little more... over the top than the average pair. One too many times, Jihoon has been caught in between the two of you's screaming matches. His three-step plan to coming out unscathed is to 1) not take sides, 2) only step in if/when physical altercation occurs, and 3) try not to insult either of you. Even if he is inclined to believe that you're right, more often than not.

The Kwon siblings can be clingy. Before he was your boyfriend, Jihoon was Soonyoung's best friend. And so Jihoon had grown used to Soonyoung's insistences for meals out, Soonyoung's need to be responded to lest he thinks it's the end of the world. When it turned out that you were more or less similar, Jihoon could only shake his head and sigh to himself. He should have known what he was getting into. Really, Jihoon has the patience of a saint in balancing your overthinking and Soonyoung's peskiness. It's a whole love language, and Jihoon is fluent.

Soonyoung loves you. It's not something he says often. Call it the tendency of brothers to brush off emotion or downplay their own sentiments. But Soonyoung loves you in a ride-or-die kind of way, in an if-anything-happens-to-you-I-don't-know-what-I'd-do kind of way. Jihoon knows this. He knows it well. When you and Jihoon had started dating, Soonyoung had been fully supportive. He made a couple of 'jabs' here and there— "If you break their heart, I'll never forgive you!"— but Jihoon knew from the look in his best friend's eye, the set in Soonyoung's jaw, that it wasn't that much of a joke. Jihoon knows that Soonyoung trusting him with you is no small thing. He makes sure not to take it for granted.

You love Jihoon. You love Soonyoung. You would never— not in a million lifetimes— choose Jihoon over Soonyoung. Even though you've threatened bodily harm on Soonyoung more times than can be counted; even though Jihoon is everything that you could want and more. Blood runs thicker than water. Jihoon knows that, too. That's why he never makes you choose. He's content to share the spot of 'favorite person' with your brother, the same way that there's no one else in the world that he trusts more than you two.

+ When the three of you are able to get it together long enough to go somewhere without gauging each other's eyes out, it's those moments that Jihoon secretly adores the most. He sometimes falls quiet, letting you and Kwon fill the conversation at the table, and he thinks of the time you forced him to watch that one Disney movie. Looks like the princess was right; Jihoon is spoken for. Everyone he's ever loved is here, within these walls, at this table, and he couldn't be more happy about it.

✉︎ jayyy! i know you said i could "keep this for a while," but when the req features two people on my bias line.. well! (ᗒᗨᗕ)

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[anniebass]

It’s a big bed. A California King, funnily enough a few inches narrower than King, but longer — can't help being a size queen, Steve — and one of the first joint purchases they made, as Eddie insisted his previous bed was haunted, too many bodies, invisible stains, et cetera. Not that Steve much asked for details. Well, wasn’t exactly a joint purchase, Eddie wouldn’t allow him to chip in beyond the bedding, but, eh. Picked together. Comfy. Spacious, big enough to not touch at all; a touching sentiment, because it rarely occurs in their shared bed. There's always some point of contact, a hand, a foot nudging him, a leg swung over his. Innocently.

forgot to post this one, middle aged men engaging in corny pillow talk, from a standalone installment of middle aged man yaoi

[tteokdoroki]

aali do u think jock!yuuji makes his virgin gf cum on the tip of his cock or like,,,,,,

𖤐๋࣭ — JOCK BF!YUUJI ENTRY #8. just the tip.

about. our favourite jock takes his special girlfriend’s virginity. well…kind of.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, virginity loss, just the tip, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, praise, jock bf!itadori, weird gf + fem!reader.

omg !! i feel like jock bf!yuuji (especially if he’s the more experienced one) is fully aware of his size and how it might cause a little more pain for someone who’s a virgin. the first few times that you have sex, he spends a good portion of time between your thighs, suckling on your clit and fingering you nice and slow so that you’re all wet n stretched out for him.

yuuji makes you cum at least twice that way before he even thinks about bringing his cock into the picture :( he doesn’t want to hurt his pretty baby.

he settles on a pussy job to make you cum once last time before he puts it in. often sliding the length of his girth through your slicked up folds while he watches your face because he knows it probably feels good for you — the gentle thrusts and the way his sticky tip catches on your swollen little clit. sometimes yuuji is a little more calculated, letting it poke at your quivering hole just to see if you can take it, just to hear you mewl.

“‘m gonna put a lil bit in now, okay honey? not much, i know you’re scared. ‘m gonna take good care of you.” sobs, it takes everything for yuuji not to buck his hips and thrust all the way into you after you give him your consent — he keeps it slow, fisting the pillows either side of your head as he grinds his bulbous and red hot cockhead past your entrance. “don’t squeeze down, baby. ease up, you’re a little tense… that’s it. good girl, there we go…” he guides you through it, instructions breathed out warmly against the shell of your ear until you’re oh so full of cockhead n you feel like you could bust again :(

he plays with your clit, spreading your wetness over the pulsating nub in sync with yuuji’s gentle thrusts into your heat — not too hard and not too deep, he just wants you to get used to him inch by inch. you’re in tears when you cum again, but you’ve done so well and itadori can’t help but kiss his praises into your sweaty hairline.

“well done, honey. you did so well for me. next time, we’ll try a little more. yeah?”

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[heavenforeal]

older men r superior

[samipekoe]

drew this a bit ago and forgot abt it. Ranma my beloved

[xpupslxtx]

feral play is so fucking fun god i love fighting for dominance and rolling on top of each other and pinning each other down and biting and shoving thighs against cocks and spitting insults and being overpowered and trying not to cum first and wrapping your hand around their throat just for them to immediately do the same and growling and panting and just fucking losing yourself in each other until you’re both dripping sweat and cum

[time-woods]

once an evil bug always an evil bug