#i need to devour him

[nashont-umblr]

I need to kiss his cock after overstimulating him and dumping 7 loads in him.

That’s my love language.

[dellamortte]

Jason Isaacs photographed by Jack Alexander (2023)

[softstarsabove]

I'M CRYINGGGGG

[majikuriboh]

Awww Suguru!!! He just a baby please!!

[vampcubus]

i’m going to tear him apart with my teeth

[cannedsmores]

not to sound like bill or anything but I need Ford like a gambler needs to win

[gayeddiejuice]

just one bite PLEASE!!

[bitchytired]

[twwcs]

You make me wanna make you fall in love

Oh, late at night I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah

[sarahscribbles]

I need horny Loki thots plz. My mind is a cesspool today 😩😩😩

[nashont-umblr]

gonna shove my hand into his boxers and play with his cock just to see him squirm and stutter over whatever nerdy shit he was going to say.

oh and call him a dumb whore during.

[dollrry]

missionary, forehead to forehead, his chain swinging in my face.

[soangelbaby]

ok stop the way he js giving DAD ASF like …. pls tell me yall see it bc my brain is over here ROTTING RN

[dollfacefantasy]

“open wider” NUTTTTTTT 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

me and a friend were talking about Leon during classes today and I couldn’t get dad bod Leon out of my mind😪 I need it bad

I just imagined him coming home tired after a long day of work and needing and relief and just letting reader suck him off or bending us in half, being all soft and warm and I had to stop thinking about it because I was getting distracted😭

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MDNI/18+. NSFW. | Vendetta! Dad Bod! Leon x fem! reader CW: blowjobs, fingering | WC: 1.1k

I've been meaning to answer this message for a while but haven't had the energy to properly decipher my thoughts. But yeah ram anon, listen I've been in a serious dad bod Leon phase which is all @larvamars fault with their recent drawings. I have moments where I'm at work and my brain just goes "mmm, Vendetta! Dad Bod! Leon" and I lose focus so I get it. It's just something comforting about him having a stomach and thickness that you can grab on to. I need it bad.

Stepping through the front door, the agent walked over the threshold of the entryway and closed the door behind him. Lowering the zipper of his leather jacket, he tossed it over the back of the couch and trudged towards it, plopping himself down with a heavy grunt. Leon placed his head against the edge of the couch and inhaled before exhaling out of his mouth, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose as his eyes fluttered closed.

Today was a pain in the ass, the cycle of continuous bio-weapon debriefs and missions gave him a run for his money and an unwanted migraine. All he had been thinking about was coming home and cuddling with you, rotting away in bed together until the next morning. He missed you, he always did, and lately, you have been the only source of release from his pent-up stress.

"Leon? Is that you?" He heard your voice filter through his thoughts, lifting his head slightly from where he rested to skim your silhouette.

"Yeah baby, it's me. Come here," opening his arms out for you, you didn't need to be told twice to move, gravitating towards him and situating yourself over his denim-clad lap.

"Rough day?" You asked him, thick arms wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to his warm chest. He breathed in and breathed out, your scent filling his senses and easing his ticked nerves.

"Something like that," he groaned when you rubbed at the base of his neck, lightly massaging his nape. He gripped your thighs and caressed you, the rough material of his fingerless leather gloves contradicting his needy touch.

"I missed you today," he confessed in a tired whisper, kissing softly along the side of your neck, his affectionate side coming through.

"You did?"

"Of course I did. Needed to come home so you can take care of me." He squeezed your body a bit harder, the tension he felt building up and flowing to another region down south.

You hummed in contentment, hands running down from his neck to the softness of his chest and towards his lower stomach. He knew he didn't have the same physique from a few years ago when he was younger, the extra weight counted on with time and his figure began to expand. It initially bothered him and it took him a long while to fully look in the mirror again. But to you? It just gave you more to grab, more to hold, more to love.

"Yeah? Need me to make you feel better baby?" You leaned forward the slightest bit, giving him a sweet peck and his hips a teasing grind. The corner of his lips curved in a smile, his dimple shy of making itself known along with the growing bulge hidden underneath his jeans.

"Mhm. You're the only one that knows what I need," he gripped onto your hips, meshing his lips with your own and urging your mouth open to make room for his tongue. You could taste the faint traces of whiskey left behind from when he snuck a sip from his flask earlier, not that you minded.

He was always touch-deprived, always greedy for more but you never complained. You were more than inclined to please him the best way you knew how.

Propped on your knees in front of the couch, you bobbed your head over Leon's cock, a daily occurrence it seemed, and one of your favorite things to do. The fingers of one hand grasped at the thickness of his thighs, a soft layer of fat over the muscle he sported so frequently. The other was busy rubbing at your clit beneath your cotton shorts in tight circles, moaning with every pass of your tongue over his length.

"Feels so good sweetheart," Leon said above you, his neck strained with the way his head was thrown back, clasping your jaw to guide your movements over him.

“Open wider for me baby, want to be deep in there,” he commanded, instinctively relaxing your jaw until he hit the back of your throat with ease, gagging before repeating the act over and over again.

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” he hissed, shifting his attention downwards to watch you suck him off. 

You held his gaze then, following up his happy trail and his lower tummy, admiring the way it folded and creased from the way he slouched. You focused on the stretch marks that made a tantalizing path around his hips and his biceps, lines you wanted to trace with an imprint of kisses. Whimpering at the thought, you drooled around his length, his pelvis becoming a mess of spit from the amount that dribbled out of you. You moaned loudly when you slipped two fingers into your pussy, wishing you had something more to fill the empty ache between your legs.

Leon grinned at the sight of you craving his touch so badly, paying attention to the telltale signs of you reaching the edge with the way your hand pumped in and out of you.

“So desperate for me, poor thing hates being empty,” he patronized you, the pleasant hum you gave him sending his hips jerking into your face. It was only a matter of time before he spilled down your throat and made a mess of you—just the way you wanted.

“Don’t worry. I’ll feed ya, honey. Just a little bit more and you got me,” Leon grumbled, fucking up into your mouth with an audible plap plap plap. Your throat constricted around him, his balls hitting your chin with every thrust he gave you. Eyes rolling into the back, you focused on regulating your breathing when he slammed your head down to press your nose into his pubic hair as he came.

“Take it, fucking take it.” He practically roared from his release, pudgy stomach and dense legs flexing from your touch, your nails digging into him and leaving crescent marks. You choked as your walls clenched around your digits, in tune with his climax and your own hitting you with a dull cry.

As gently as he could, he drew you away from his softening cock, letting you catch your breath with a light cough. Your lips felt numb and your eyes were bloodshot with tears, but you’ve never been more satisfied, a dopey smile evident on your features.

“How about I return the favor now? Gotta clean up the mess my girl made.” He proposed with a smirk, affectionately wiping away the spit that stained your cheeks along with the tears that left their streaks.

This was why Leon liked coming home to you. You’ll always be there with open arms, an open mouth, and open legs.

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[sacr1ficialang3l]

it’s early and i should be doing homework but i can’t stop thinking about older!dean and younger!reader. im talking 40s dean and mid 20s reader.

and at first dean would be all annoyed when you start hunting with them. you were just another kid he had to take care of. but oh, you were a menace. you would walk around like temptation personified, flirting with him no matter how many times he told you he was too old for you.

he would tell you all the time that he’s a hunter, a really fucked up one at that, and that you deserved a guy your age who can give you a normal life. He tells you you’re too young, that he can’t take advantage of you, that you don’t know what you’re asking for.

but you knew. you knew exactly what you wanted. so you seat there across from him while he drinks some whiskey late at night, and listen as he tell you all the stories of his past. the wild years, the crazy things he did as a teenager. the close calls, the times he didn’t think he’d made it through. there were wrinkles around his eyes when he chuckled, and there were scars all over his body, the living proof of everything he had gone through.

he had scars older than you, goddamn it.

and you would stare at him with wide, innocent eyes, listening attentively. taking in every word, every crazy anecdote, every regret he admits to have with a nostalgic look on his eyes and every reckless thing he was still proud of bringing a smirk to his lips.

and you would look up at him with the shiniest eyes, head tilted as he kept going, expression pure and almost naive, while all you could think about is how much you wanted to suck his dick.

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i need to be put down. i just need a hot dilf to tell me stories of when he was younger and i need to suck him off! anyway, if this gets enough attention (and by that i mean at least one person cares) i might actually write this. for now, i needed to get it out of my brain.

[traumatizedsam]

sobbing

late seasons sam save me... save me late seasons sam...